Fun, amusing, sometimes rowdy and always delightfully full of Australian colour, this collection of Australian Bush poems is best read out loud–if you dare to try an Aussie accent! GENRE: Anthology: Australian Poetry Ebook and Print versions currently available exclusively from Amazon: [wp_social_ninja id=”215928″ platform=”reviews”] Fang from Yang Yawn I’m Fang of Yang Yawn, I live with me mate Pat the swagman, retired of late. He found me by the river, a pup My eyes still shut, he picked me up, A yelping bundle, without any hair. ‘E took me back home into his care. I grew very fast, big, and strong without any hair, but a tail…
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1. The grand duchess’ offer THE GRAND DUCHESS STOOD STILL, her head tilted to one side, listening. “Who is that, Maria? Who is that playing the piano?” She paused, listening intently. “Not since Mr. Chopin visited us have I heard such music. The notes are like drops of water falling into a still pool – so clear they are crystal like.” “I believe, Your Grace, it is the younger daughter of Colonel Johann Gerhardt, Wilhelmina,” her companion replied. “A young girl?” She was silent again. “Her music is so touching – so much feeling!” They walked out into the courtyard. The afternoon was balmy and the notes wafted across…
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Chapter 1 The floater, as Damien whisperingly called it, drifted closer. Two more rippling waves and it would bump into Abba. She edged away, the pool was small and there was no more room on their submerged ledge. “Can you see it?” shouted a voice. “No,” yelled the man who was standing immediately above them on the overhanging rock. Abba wondered if he was the man they’d seen hit the floater with a hammer and continue hitting him as he stumbled across the rocks and into the sea. She held her breath as the floater’s pudgy hand bobbed closer to her bare arm. It was the same colour as…
