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It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful
seasons crystal white on average graced the place just twice a year. A smaller
fall, an over-night preceded heavy snow. And heavy snow remained a week,
blocked drains and closed the Desert Road; but no complaints, our children

Why England Is Conservative

© Alfred Austin

Because of our dear Mother, the fair Past,

On whom twin Hope and Memory safely lean,

It seldom snowed - Part II

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes,
and in the Styx, aka zone six. Thats where we were afoot
in alpine grass, garbed to test our winter skills,
tramp the craggy hills and camp a night or two,

It seldom snowed, they said - Part I

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it wont be snow;
well, one should guess the locals know the weather best and I was new,
so when I left the warmth of the limited express and descended onto
a dimly lit, deserted siding I was not impressed to find the ground at

The Sea-Shell

© Virna Sheard

Oh, fairy palace of pink and pearl
Frescoed with filigree silver-white,
Down in the silence beneath the sea
God by Himself must have fashioned thee
Just for His own delight!

It seldom snowed Part IV

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It seldom snowed they said,
perhaps theyre right
although seldom was never
in that endless summer

Krishna And His Three Handmaidens

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AND where he sat beneath the mystic stars,
Nigh the twin founts of Immortality,
That feed fair channels of the Stream of Trance,--
To Krishna once his three handmaidens came,

It is an abhorrent thing

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability,
profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten
to your knees, blithely unaware it was a battle lost
for your health and wellbeing. It was dreadful to witness

Smoke

© Henry David Thoreau

Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,

Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,

It is a secular world

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy,
its a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand tongues,
is skipping hosts, mutating at a scary pace, infectious to the
very worst peninsular urbanities. Where do their antisocial

Persistence

© Walter Savage Landor

MY hopes retire; my wishes as before
Struggle to find their resting-place in vain:
The ebbing sea thus beats against the shore;
The shore repels it; it returns again.

In these quiet moments

© Ivan Donn Carswell

In these quiet moments before the night
softens the mountains of the South
and deflates the clouds
that float beneath their peaks,

Brown Eyes

© Mathilde Blind

Oh, brown Eyes with long black lashes,
Young brown Eyes,
Depths of night from which there flashes
Lightning as of summer skies,
Beautiful brown Eyes!

In soothing, sweetened words

© Ivan Donn Carswell

No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesnt
matter anyway. I always had an inkling that wed find
a way. And then we did. Im glad about it just for that.
Whether it was good or bad, or would have happened

Ellen McJones Aberdeen

MACPHAIRSON CLONGLOCKETTY ANGUS McCLAN
Was the son of an elderly labouring man;
You've guessed him a Scotchman, shrewd reader, at sight,
And p'r'aps altogether, shrewd reader, you're right.

Ill have to change my mind

Ill have to change my mind on war, I need to take a break
from structured thought; theres more to peace - it dictates
a longer oar to keep the calm than takes to make a little war.
Our history as a people is a theatre of strife and where

Colonel Fazackerley Butterworth-Toast

Colonel Fazackerley Butterworth-Toast
Bought an old castle complete with a ghost,
But someone or other forgot to declare
To Colonel Fazak that the spectre was there.

If it ever bloody rains

I never said I would, I only said I could
do what you wished, the subtle difference
should have raised a cautious flag;
maybe I bragged out loud, made it sound

Bannerman of the Dandenong

© Alice Werner

I rode through the Bush in the burning noon,
Over the hills to my bride, -
The track was rough and the way was long,
And Bannerman of the Dandenong,
He rode along by my side.