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RLI

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Daddy's Poem​

Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favourite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mum tried to tell her, hat she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was a typical little Aussie girl, she was not afraid; She knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why her daddy wasn't there today.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats, one by one the teacher called a student from the class to introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there. 'Where's her daddy at?' She heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to spare his day.' The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mum, and looked back at her teacher, who told her to carry on.

With hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. 'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know all about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share ice-cream sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart, I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart' with that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favourite dress, and from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life, doing what was best for her, doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, But its message clear and loud. 'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star, and if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he is an Australian soldier, and died just this past year, when a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught Australians to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.

'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out, and what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed rose, and a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star, and given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.

God bless to all our Australian Soldiers!

LEST WE FORGET!

Regards,

RLI
:rock:
 
G,day Krankin,

Fantastic mate! Even brought a tear to my eyes!

God bless Australia, I sincerely love this great land of ours and its people!

Regards,

RLI
:rock:


Cheers....

my fav's......give me goosebumps everytime


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzMuPzvLn0o&feature=related




"My Country"

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Dorothea Mackellar


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Cheers....

my fav's......give me goosebumps everytime


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LzMuPzvLn0o&feature=related




"My Country"

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Dorothea Mackellar


......

Krankin mate, buddy, pal

Please STOP it!!!! Stop it!!!!!!! I have run out of f--king tissues!

Ok, now you know, I fess-up, yes I am a sensitive new age guy(Snag)

PS, I even cried when that shite Gillard Labour government was returned to government by those green / independents, sheet wearing, goat stroking, pillow biting faggots.

Regards,

RLI
:rambo::deadhorse::jackoff:
 
ok, :sorry3:


please dont start that up again^

Err sorry about that Krankin! I got a bit carried away with all the medication that I am currently taking (Yee haa baby) See what I mean!

I promise not to mention those political orientated green/independent, sheet wearing, goat stroking, pillow biting faggots. I promise not to mention those in the future!

Regards,

RLI
:rambo:
 

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