Forgotten Dreams 17

OLD CASTLE WALLS				A vital bay gelding
IF I could only softly tread the crumbled gabled halls				Conformation good
'midst rose decked walls				And stamina excellent
Of lofty, light and tranquil home, enshrining Beauty, then				With a hero's blood
no more I'd roam -				The horse and his owner
But rest, in knowing that although my own vague				For several a year
dream unrealised yet may be				Worked hard on the green turf
It still exists as a pattern to be claimed in someone				In partnership dear
else's far Reality				Until he was sixteen
To know the beauty of unclouded days when				Passion Moon raced, found
sparkled dew and zephyred breeze				That on racetrack and turf
Bestows romantic glow of beauty adorning all gardens,				His name did resound
flowers, and trees				He was quite relentless
Would give me wondrous peace. To know, and hope,				And proved solid worth
that in some far flung day and clime				Over many younger
I would once more keen taste the sweetness of				Fine steeds on the turf
scattered moonbeams, beamed sunshine,				In one race he showed skill
And draw upon the sights and subtlest perfumes				Alone made his win
which the gods are so inclined				Leaving jockey at start,
To inhale, feast, sip from this earth, ambrosial essence				Field, lengths behind him!
spirit brings to birth				Of course jockey dismayed
Oh heaven sent, these thoughts of mine, to safely				The crowd in support
harbour with delight sublime				Cheered the veteran on
Noble pictures of life beauteous, kind, and thus within,				True Australian sport!
true treasures find...				Two hundred eighty one,
Behind old castle walls...				The starts in his life
.....................................				Two hundred and eighteen
ON CULTURE				Times placed, or he won!
With pain we must work to regain				Hundred and nine numbered
What's lost by neglect or daily wear				Are wins that he claimed
Little by little the quality of life				And the same number goes
Whether by our word, thought or deed				For his placings gained
Like a tiny sensitive seed				But he's lazier now
Goodness, culture needs a special care				His racing's at end
And so in countless careless ways				He'd like to be winning
We cast the energy of our days				But retirement's his friend
Without tending, watering our culture's plant				He's an old bay gelding,
Help bring fresh quality to flower				He sometimes stands tall,
Quality which is the power				And with a wistful gaze
Giving human life its dignity				Looks out from his stall
So hard won, is the daily sum				His days as a champion
Of improvements in our human ways				On turf and bush track
Habits leading us all to happier days				Only mem'ries behind
'Twould be easier not to lose				If he could look back!
Than have to experience pain				................................
Trying regain our previous lot				PATH OF THE MYSTIC
So remind us of our culture				There is a path, though it climbs up long and steep.
Help us retain and not surrender				Who finds the Path?
And have to renew our efforts once again				All those who never sleep.
Recapturing grace and beauty				Will I find this Path?
Kindliness and sense of duty				If heart and mind are true.
Remain true to our culture each day.				I wish to climb this Path
............................				Then prepare and strengthen your will anew
ON RULERSHIP				Find your soul light and keep it lit
When king's decree				Keep clear your mind and you'll find it
Is church, thrice blessed				But remember, lonely is this way you'll go
And armies resting all content...				And rough and steep and progress slow.
When scholars' words				Shared by silent pilgrims on their way
And music's tunes				Be kind and help them night and day
And art responds to beauty's plumes...				My mind is sure, I will not stay
.............				Determinedly, I choose seek that Way.
When minds of men				...............................
And young maids are pure				PEACE
And natural life in balance lives				Thrice blessed are they who live with inner Peace
Then kingdoms all find happiness...				No deed born to threaten, or disturb it
When government is wise indeed				Thrice blessed are they who overflow with life
And rulers, God and man are pleased				Giving out their peace through acts abounding
Defence is silent as no need				Both exist, Passive Peace and Active Peace
For strife, discord in man or creed				Qualities of the spiritual nature
In scholars, artists, missions call				All who tread the way of human progress
The artisans and tradesmen all				Must show strength in each one of these virtues....
Enjoy the climate, life and time				..........................
When family life and peace are prime				PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS, MAN
When wisdom rules and truth the aim				Penny for your thoughts, man
Governance can favour claim				Tuppence for your joys
Leaders wise must take strong their aim				Thruppence for your pleasures
To lead the populace again				Fourpence for your toys
To recognize and bend with such				Fivepence for your youth, boy
As might see pattern, order, much				Sixpence for your trust
Of royal nature, noble, true				Seven the pence for labours done
Return to human pride anew				Eightpence, if you must
Thrice valued freedom so hard won				Ninepence for your kindness
Then cultured state of man will come				Tenpence for your time
The finer, natural state of man				Eleven is close to twelve, man
Who uses knowledge, wisdom too...				A shilling and your life's mine!
In governance of me and you.				....................................
....................				PERFECT MAN
ON THE PASSING OF YOUTH				Aries
It is but a brief span from youth to old age				You're a strong one, a vital one, you've courage and
But a short time for the blossom to fade				you've will
Life fires oft burnt out before the last stage				You're fond of dashing out and doing things and can't
Or when mind's mature, man grows to sage.				keep still
The body from youth to age doth decay				You're Aries, and masculine, you'll defend right and
Feelings have changed and no passion can stay				you'll fight
The heart starts full and as years pass away				You'll go in front to do the deed and fight with all your
It empties, the heart's love, or so some say.				might.
Mind though is strange and has life of its own				Taurus
Old age compensates with wisdom ingrown				You're a builder, a collector, you're musical and fine
Wisdom from seeds of the knowledge been sown				You're fond of matter, beauty, seeking riches to call
Mind life increases as more years we've known				mine"
But what of the soul transformation there?				You're Taurus, you're heavy, you're stubborn and you
Can the soul pure and untainted, declare				like to hold
Years have no meaning, what matters our care				You'll not let go of anything, particularly if you're told!
To share infinite One life, wondrous, rare!				Gemini
So joy in spirit and joyful the soul				You're a lean one, a wily one, you're clever and you're
Joy in intelligent mind in the whole				swift
Joy in surrend'ring, and joy in control				You're on the go from dawn to dark each talent seen
Joy in transition from youth towards goal!				as gift
Age seems small matter and comfort, in this				Your mind is razor sharp, you quickly speak, with fine
That youth's beauty and life, though sorely missed				clear wit
Yield to finer awareness to assist				Happiest when excited and your inspiration lit!
Eventual completion of life in bliss.				Cancer
..................................				You're a psychic Cancerian, with a kind, loving heart
OUR EARTH IS OUR HOMELAND				You're soft at core, sensitive, shy to play a public part
Our earth is the homeland of all life and mankind				Your nature's good, but retiring I don't know why you
Creatures from marine life, forest, mountains afar				should
All are content when the natural elements rule				Let resentment keep you in your shell -that's not
To provide us with energy from Cosmic Space.				always good.
Our earliest men named these great elements "gods,"				Leo
Some well understood their function, power and their				You're a Leo next, what a wait! - I thank you for your
place				time
And some used these agencies to their advantage				Patience to wait to hear how Leo fares in his royal
Subjecting their brothers using cruel means and fear				prime
The gentle sweet souls who feel at one with all life				You're regal, and confident knowing easily how to lead
In their simple greatness retreat free of earth strife				We're lucky to know you, fortunate to love you indeed!
Seeking solitude in highlands, mountains, valleys				Virgo
Regions unfrequented, places unstained by man				You're a Virgo, this man of method, thinking pure, clear,
Not feeling at home on our earth where man settles				straight
In numbers so great we lose sense of noughts,				He has to have order and hates friends ever being
numerals				late
Some seem secure and safe in a crowded city				He likes to think there is reason in each design of
Others compassionate, their hearts drawn to pity				worth
He has lost, our men living, today on the earth				Discrimination, the mind's fine tool was his gift at birth.
The wonderland, pristine, beauteous place of his birth				Libra
The heaven that once was when harmony held strong				The Libra man is duel natured, balanced 'tween all pairs
Now heavy, leaden, man feels he does not belong				Beauty, justice are important he so wisely declares
If man seeks regain his birthplace and his power				But when it comes to being fair, balancing all his facts
If man is to save earth, he must cease to cower				Finds decisions hard to make and uncertain, he reacts
To values of commerce and false, throned gods				Scorpio
adored				Scorpio is macho man he's positive, powerful too
But have the Great Natural Gods rightfully restored.				He's best not crossed because he tends to get angry
Earth is a planet where man should be the steward				with you
Who cares for and tends with compassion all				His mind and concentration exceptionally clear and
creatures				strong
All kingdoms of nature god-given for all life				Successful, passionate he wins, whether he's right or
Not to slaughter and pillage but govern, with love.				wrong
.........................				Sagittarian
PASSION MOON				The man who's Sagittarian is half man, half a beast
Passion Moon was his name				He's down to earth and yet of idealism makes a feast
A legend, of course				He's sporty, nature loving or the philosophic kind
To all those in Queensland				Has good sense of humour, reads well yet favours his
Who've heard of this horse.				own mind
Passion Moon, our hero				Capricorn
A fine splendid steed				Capricorns are helping men who're born to think of
Standing sixteen hands high				others
A champion indeed				Ambition is keen when fanned by strong ambitious
He's old now and he's frail				mothers
His head's not held high				Quietly determined with great capacity to climb
He's tired now and feeble				Their ethics and attitudes make them disinclined to
With scars on his thigh				crime
This horse with his trainer				Aquarian
Worked hard that is true				Aquarian man is thought attuned to new and coming
So I'll tell you his tale				Age
Relaying to you...				Loved because he's strong but also passed the
..........				sensitive stage
His home was the racetrack				His heart is friendly, full of care for other people's lives
And Tableland's bush				But he insists he remains free in everybody's eyes
In the mountains' shadow				Pisces
And green scenery lush				Pisces man is poet and half lives in another sphere
From Sydney he had come				One can't be sure you've caught his mind or if he's
To this northland run				really here
Found by a keen trainer				He dreams a lot and never minds if his dreams remain
Harold Atkinson.				so
(None else saw his worth				Vague, mystic, visionary, he adapts where'er he may
None else had the faith				go.
None else the patience				These are some of many ingredients in the Perfect
Of this man, who said. )				Man
"Passion Moon is my life				Now mix them, to blend them and make a good mix if
I promise him well				you can!
I'll train him and race him				....................................
And I'll never sell."

Horse Appeal

Forgotten Dreams 17

More in Articles