Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Field Trip (Cromellin Research Station)

Rustic
and Musty
and Trust me
This is where you want to get lost

Flower
a Frond
and a Ficus
Nature at no little cost

Today
and Tomorrow
and Tuesday
Research or Bushwalk around

Leeches
and Lichens
and Laurels
Look out! Paranoia abounds

Kookaburra
My mother
You turkey!
Firelight for a possum's feast

Spot
Hot eyes
and a Waterfall
Beachy-o just to the East

To the
Left is an
Arboretum
Where the natives are out of place

Take one
Last tun to
The Lookout
Fix this field trip in time and space

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I had so much fun on the field trip last weekend! We walked through a few National Parks on Saturday, went spotlighting after a bbq that night and had pop-quizzes every few metres on the way to the Lookout on Sunday. By Sunday, we weren't even fazed by Murray asking, "What's this?" I'd had two bottles of cider with dinner on Saturday, so I wasn't quite as afraid of the dark as I usually am. Also, everyone had rather powerful torches. And I actually *spotted* something (an insect).

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Lady

Lady
Sitting next to me tonight
Lady
I must say, you're quite a sight

I wonder where you came from
I wonder who you are
I wonder what you're wondering
And have wandered thus far

Might you be a drama queen
With your big shiny black eyes
Might you be a dancer
With your lean and strong thighs

I fear that I shall never know
And fear to know for sure
So please stay swathed in silence
And leave me just as poor

Lady
Sitting next to me tonight
Lady
Taking up my every sight

I still wonder where you're coming from
And wonder where you've been
I wonder what you're wondering
And wonder what you've seen

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This one's another song. The structure is whack, nothing like the written structure, I don't actually know what I'm calling the chorus or whatever. I started writing it in class one day (because that's how riveting this lecturer was; at least, I was bored with being told how wrong you can be) and finished writing it in another lecture (see previous parentheses).