Blue Bonnets

BLUE MONDAY
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BLUE BONNETS

Life today is regulated,

Thought about and litigated.

Should these youngsters chance to fall,

From the tree-tops, waving tall,

As they swing from limb to limb,

'Authority' would look quite grim.

True, there's danger, but that's life.

They could, indeed, get into strife.

Hence the 'bonnets', of bright blue,

No doubt called Hard Hats by you.

Harnesses as well there are

So they can't fall very far.

They'll have a great time, there's no doubt,

Learning what height is all about.

But, in my youth, when life was freer,

We didn't have an overseer.

'Go and play' the parents said

And we'd return in time for bed!

I didn't climb; I wasn't tough,

Never adventurous enough.

But I knew boys who'd climb up trees

Easily as high as these!

There'd be falls and cut and gashes,

Bruises, stinging-nettle rashes...

No-one died, as I recall

And everybody had a ball!

What intrigues me, in this regard,

Is, though we labour, very hard,

To keep our children safe and well,

Inside a little protective shell,

We'll be sending them out into 'real life'

Ill-equipped for coming strife!

The crashing cars, the drug addictions,

The many other world afflictions!

When all the supervision's gone

Let's hope they keep their Hard Hats on!

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JUST A CREEK

When we speak of waterways,

We know that we are blessed

With ocean, river and the lake.

So who needs all the rest?

But here I show you Throsby Creek,

Just a little waterway

That ambles on towards the sea

And beautifies our day.

We wander, picnic, take our time

Any day of the week,

Enjoying the simple pleasures

That we find at Throsby Creek.

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