A family visit

I was happy when they arrived

I was happy when they left

Family might be family 

Let me simply state

I prefer to see them 

On the other side of the world

Except history, 

We have nothing in common 

I'm afraid it gets very tenuous 

As time goes on

As said earlier

I was happy when they arrived

I was happy when they left

It was blissful to see them go.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Deforestation

Not a peep, not a twit

Enveloping silence

The forest is mute

A stump here, a stump there

Stumps everywhere

The rape of the forest

Left traces all around

Senseless ruts

Trees left on the ground

Shadows of greys

Bounding away in the distance

And it is only after the first bout

Of wood collecting

We are facing another two months

Desolation reigns far and wide

But the destruction will go ahead

Forest regeneration is a myth

Deforestation must continue

Whatever the cost.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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To a little girl

To a little girl

I hope you won't forget 

The little brick house

Sitting in the paddocks

With Kangaroos bounding around,

And screeching cockatoos ,

The football mad loving dog,

The shy silvery cat,

The grumpy lady, that would be me,

The three roosters and six chickens

For we won't forget you

Running around, full of energy

Asking thousand questions,

Just happy go lucky,

Helping with the chores

Along the day to be done,

Asking for more

With such enthusiasm 

I have to leave you now

To open the chickens coop,

They won't like the change 

That is for sure,

Only a few words remains

To say Good bye little one

You were such a pleasure.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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New lanes

Last year, only last year,

The forest tracks

Were but roos tracks

Or dry creeks to follow.

This year the forest 

Holds a new network 

Of them made by

Four wheel cars

To be precise.

It has opened the forest 

It is true,

But what devastation 

It has caused.

For it was not recreational time

But driven by greed indeed

To collect hundreds of dollars 

Worth of wood when the cars

Themselves are worth

Many thousands of dollars

Total madness if I may say so.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Family reunion

Family reunion

Utter chaos

Fourteen years  apart

Gossips galore to catch up on

Head swirling by overload

New member to welcome

Personality to grasp

Games to play

Places to show

Habits to explain

Foods to taste

Wines to drink

Bonfire to warm the evening

Stars to watch

Birds to see and hear

Achievements to brag about

Failures to gloss over

Stories to tell

Tales to listen to

Lessons to learn.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Inner voices

Inner voices

We all have them

Plural form, 

Different pitch,

Once vocalised:

Native one,

Thought lost,

At one time,

High pitched,

Finds silliness attractive,

Inherently laughing

At life mishaps.

Adult one,

Can't hear it anymore

Criticising, judging,

Calculating, driven,

Never resting, 

Tiring to listen to.

Current one

Low pitched,

Serious minded,

Dreaming of impossibilities,

A bore really

Can't laugh at itself.

Despite all this

I have to cope with them

Day and night

They offer me no respite!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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