Life Without Love

LIFE WITHOUT LOVE

Life without love is like a tree

With dead wood where the green should be.

Though it may reach up to the sky

No bluebird that is passing by

Will ever settle and make a nest

In a tree so woefully un-dressed.

But there are loves and loves and loves;

It's not all hearts and turtle-doves.

There's love of family, for a start;

In every life that plays a part.

There's love of country; how that swells

On festive days! The flags! The bells!

There's love of life, that, every day

Delights us all in every way.

There's love of self, a healthy passion

That nurtures us in a modest fashion.

Of course, the love known as 'amour'

Is pretty high on the list for sure!

But it need not be our main pursuit!

Our tree can blossom, still bear fruit

Without the help of Cupid's dart!

All we need is an open heart.

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FAMILY TREE

(Written on a poster for children)

Family Trees are enormous plants,
Sprouting with parents and uncles and aunts;
With brothers and sisters in every cranny
And, here and there, a special Granny.
Small baby cousins soon appear
For there's someone new almost every year,
And weddings may bring us new relations
Who may even come from different nations!
The roots are down in the sweet, rich earth
Of a faraway land or the land of our birth,
And the future branches will sweep the sky,
Ever more leafy and ever more high.
Someone in the future will bear my name
And maybe their features will look the same!
Oh how lucky we are to be
Part of a beautiful Family Tree!
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P.S.

Yesterday was the birthday of our Probus Club. Here Carole, the President, cuts the cake.

We then had a talk about the regeneration of our water-front. South African bitou bush has over-run it.

Millions are about to be spent on the beautification of Merewether Beach so we were all very interested.