Do You Want To Know A Secret?




Come let me show you the secret of life

I’ve known it awhile same goes for the wife

We keep it out there, way out the back

Watch out for snakes and keep to the track

Fresh air and sunshine how blessed are we

When you open your eyes there is plenty to see.

Don’t mind old ‘Bluey’ he usually don’t bite

But if he starts growlin’ just RUN for your life.

He guards the secret to keep it from thieves

Brothers and sisters you had better believe

Open the gate even though it ain’t locked

It’s always been there so prepare to be shocked

We’ve finally arrived and admission is free

Ancient knowledge is yours and here is the key.

The cycle of life resides here in the garden

There can’t you see, Joni’s billion year old carbon.

Providing for family their personal food bowl

Pulling up weeds is good for our souls

It grounds you and your fingernails to good mother earth

At least that is my thinking For What It’s Worth

I feel part of the cosmos at least for a while

Down by the fish pond and the concrete sundial

Surrounded by hollyhock, lupines and limes

You hear primal echoes reverberate through time

Everywhere is art it’s a privilege to see

The flowers in bloom and the birds and the bees.

This day I’ll be Adam and you can be Eve,

I’ll tell the boss lies and take my ‘sick leave’.


Darwin Harbor by Carpetbag Kelly

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Here is another poem from my Dad which I’ve been saving for Anzac Day.


There is no further problem

That life holds out for me

Living in our little home

Beside the northern sea.


But fifty years or so ago

It wasn’t all that way

As the sounds of battle fierce rang out

Across Arafura Bay.


Sometimes on a peaceful night

I hear the fighters roar

As they came to fight the fight

That was the last Great War.


Wave after wave of zeros

Up the harbor flew

Killing all before them

On the water calm and blue


And as I think of aircraft

Swooping from the North,

I call to mind the heroes

That this war then brought forth.


There was the US Perry

Guns blazing as she sank;

It was not the Royal Navy

That Australians had to thank.


For in our days of peril

(Now let this truth abound),

It was not our British cousins

Who put leather to the ground.


Yet now the Darwin Harbor,

Free from fight and fear,

Is a wonder unaffected

By that war of yesteryear.




Throughout this land so fair and wide

Wherever I may roam,

The Darwin Harbor will abide

As my most precious home.


WHISPERING WALLS by Carpetbag Kelly

St Patricks

Here is a wonderful poem by my father;

I look down from the balcony
And my vision falls
On that part of the building
Made up of bluestone walls.

Sometimes I hear the clacking
As the trowels lay down the base;
Sometimes the hammers tapping
As the stones are laid in place.

And I see the ancient foreman
With a plumb bob in his hand
Saying “Thin the mix there Norman
Add just a little sand”.

Now the stones remain quite perfect
And the joints are neat and grey;
Are the ghostly hands that laid them
Still maintaining them today?

Forty years or so before
The First World War began
The masons worked hard to ensure
The joints all level ran.

Now their children’s, children’s children
Have multiplied a score
From their father’s, father’s father
Who built the walls next door.


Is the skill of the old masons,
Who lie beneath the clay,
By technology diluted
In the masons of today?