Hello, my friends. Are we sitting comfortably, 
nice and comfortably, after all that blowing
out in the forest? It’s good to see you: oak,
maple, elm, larch, sycamore, beech –
bright in your autumn colours  . . . And 
there’s room on the carpet for all of us.


It’ll be good to share our stories.   We can tell 
those humans how we like to live and breathe
on our beautiful planet, just like them --
drink lots of water and get food from the soil too,
talk to the birds and other creatures -- just like humans . . .
indeed. . . Bring on the stories, the music – Hooray  . . .




Katherine Gallagher

I started the windy weather,

blowing my sister’s hair

with all my might.

But SHE started the rains,

when she cried and cried,

storming off in a fright.

I was the radiant sun,

shining, smiling bright;

inviting my sister to come back in

and dine.

And then I was a tree, a pond,

a plant, a stone, a scrap of thing –

And then, like a pretty bird,

she left me there,

with my imaginings,

tingling …

We know not his name or rank.

we know not where he was born.

We know he is Australian,

and his life by war was torn.

He went to fight on the Western Front,

And in the heat of battle died.

His remains were found and honoured,

but were never identified.

Known to God, and God alone,

he sleeps in sacred peace.

The Great War is well over,

but our debt will never cease.

Is it H.I.S.T.O.R.Y
or M.Y.S.T.E.R.Y?
Could be either,
could be neither.
Makes you think,
that in a wink,
you can win the game
with such P.I.Z.Z.A.Z.Z!

Have you wondered from where rabbits came?

Well, one answer is found in a name.

Carthaginians claimed

“Land of rabbits” was Spain.

And “Ispania”, their word, is to blame.

http://www.ctspanish.com/rabbits.htm

There once was a man named Jesus: 
A carpenter by trade,
Not famed for his chairs and tables,
But the people that he made!
Not with chisel, saw and hammer,
But with words both wise and true
He shaped them for God’s service 
And he showed them what to do.

He said God was his Father
And he his Father’s Son
His deeds, though quite amazing,
Did not please everyone.
Yet normal folk admired him: 
He cared for those in need.
While children he would welcome
And hungry crowds would feed.

His nation had some leaders
Who loved their wealth and power
They plotted how to kill him
And seized him one late hour.
They claimed he was a rebel
And deemed him fit to die
Their governor condemned him
As they yelled: “Crucify!” 

His death was slow and painful:
Nailed to a cross of wood.
He hung there for many hours
Till they were sure he was gone for good.
Once dead he was quickly buried
 In a garden cave nearby. 
His death he himself had predicted, 
But he didn’t deserve to die.

On a Friday it was he was buried, 
But on Sunday his friends got a shock:
The mouth of the cave was wide open,
Because someone had moved a huge rock.
In vain his disciples had entered:
They found Jesus’ body not there!
Who was it that wanted to take it?
If only they knew who and where! 

They’d forgotten his other prediction,
That after he died he would rise.
It must have been hard to believe it, 
Until he was seen by their eyes!
We read their reports in the Gospels, 
Like those penned by Matthew and John,
For those who will choose to believe them,
The impact of Jesus lives on. 

It was very dark in the warren

The bunnies couldn’t see

But mother bunny told them

It was time for them to flee.

Easter was upon them

And eggs were on her mind

She told the little bunnies

Go see what you can find.

Bunnies left the warren

Saw the moon shining bright

They hopped across the paddock

And soon were out of sight.

Mother bunny looked on

As she saw them disappear

Wondered how many eggs they’d find

And when they’d reappear.

The bunnies found a garden

That had eggs galore

They took a small amount of them

To add them to their store.

They continued down the street

And took or placed a few

Evening out the stashed amount

So more children got them too.

The bunnies found a garden

That had eggs galore

They took a small amount of them

To add them to their store.

They continued down the street

And took or placed a few

Evening out the stashed amount

So more children got them too.

As the dawn began to break

The bunnies headed home

They’d worked hard through the night

Leaving their mother alone.

They wanted to report to her

The great job they had done

To see the look upon her face

When they detailed their whole run.

Back inside the warren

The bunnies told their mother

How they’d moved the eggs around

From one place to another.

They hoped they’d given joy

So no one would miss out

Spreading a little love around,

That’s what it’s all about.