Category Archives: bush walking

Rejoicing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Rainy Day



Photo provided Patricias Place




Grey clouds the harbinger
soon the gift of the heavens will be bestowed
and earth will sigh and drink again,
I will run along that hill naked,
rejoicing in every drop.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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The Real Work –

Resting – dVerse Poets – Pub Talk

Baladgie Lake.jpg

Photo: Baladjie Rock, Westonia, part of the Great Western Woodlands, and as you can see it is alongside the extensive Baladjie Salt Lake system. One of a multitude of places I find restful.

The Real Work

I had plans for this afternoon
but plans had otherwise
a momentary distraction
I wandered in Eden
then sat for awhile
caressed by the sun,
as birds sang arias while
insects buzzed coded smiles
the flora seductive,
and the work of the day faded
I was as light as air
my shoulders unfettered,
I drifted beyond,
and I smiled knowing that
the real work had just begun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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The Longest Walk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Walk – RDP Saturday


Photo: The Hull River, NT, usually a dry river, but a raging torrent if heavy rains come, behind me is Lasseter’s Cave.


The Longest Walk

Days of dehydrated confusion
heat boiling my blood
the camels had bolted
their pegs loosed and broken
and only the Pitjantjatjara people
knew what to do,
they led me along the Hull River
to the Tjunti soak
and put me in a cave
shaded, watered, and fed,
Old Wart watched over me
while the old women brought me food.
But that reef is calling
and I’m so fevered for gold,
barely able to stand
I set off yet again
driven, determined,
but little did I know, though,
in my bones I sensed it,
this next short walk
would be my longest.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: Lasseter, who alleged that at 17 yrs he’d found a 16 km gold reef in the outback, came to grief on his expedition in 1931 to reestablish its whereabouts. His companions were away and he was alone when his camels spooked and bolted, taking the water and food with them. The local indigenous found him nearly dead, and cared for him, laying him up in a small cave on the Hull river. Weakened, he set off on foot again, walking 55 kms eastwards and collapsed and died. He was 51 yrs old.


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An Absence Of Soap – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Act – Word of the Day




An Absence Of Soap


Your thespian ways
were more stagecraft than celluloid,
of character,
never up nor our
always true,
No drama
an absence of soap,
you always knew
when it was time to act.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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If Only – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Quadrille #72 – dversepoets – Steep


Photo: cloud, mist and rain over Bluff Knoll.


If Only

The rise sounds easy,
but the elevation compounds,
and my backpack weighs heavily,
as I clamber and scramble,
shin barked and breathless,
inching towards my goal,
O if only I’d taken the escalator
for this steep ascent,
the office to which I’m bound.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Jumbuck Blues – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Waltzing – Word of the Day



Jumbuck Blues

Forget that bloody sheep Matilda,
it’ll be the death of me,
besides, the billabong’s a little crowded and all,
so let’s split for somewhere quiet,
we’ll go to Carpentaria and boil some roo tail soup,
or perhaps to Kununurra and pick some bush tucker fruits,
maybe down to Port Augusta and throw a line or two,
I’ve a hankering for fish and eggs,
no jumbuck now for me.
Now, I’ve packed me swag and all,
and my nose is pointed down the road,
so, waddya say there Tilly,
shall we waltz the night to somewhere,
anywhere but here?

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Sublime Irony – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Stillness – VJs Weekly Challenge #32


Photo: looking out over the breakaway at Jindalee, such a peaceful place to camp.

“I have often wondered whether especially those days when we are forced to remain idle are not precisely the days spent in the most profound activity.”   Rainer Maria Rilke


Sublime Irony

The nothingness of stillness
is the something of me
that is wellness gifted inside,
a sublime irony,
where less is more,
and fuel for the rigours of day.
A day without still
is a faustian madness,
that sucks all the life out of me,
but to sit in the bush,
or the quiet of somewhere,
profoundly restores me to me,
and it helps me to topsy
as I turvey this world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Treasures – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Traditions – Word of the Day






It began with a beginning
as these things often do,
when we made ourselves a something,
from a timeless recipe of note,
with ingredients at random like
a kiss inviting more,
a touch electrifying with longing,
a gaze that touched our soul,
a word that sang our heart,
and folding all with love,
these are the rituals of our sacred trysts,
traditions born of loving,
treasures to be held.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Did We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Holiday – Word of the Day


Camped at Docker River, later dingoes would prowl close for scraps.


Did We?

Will it rain?
Will it be Hot?
Hats, shorts and bathers,
sunblock, and snorkel,
raincoats and jumpers.
Did we pack the wine,
books and cashews,
the phonecharger?
Have I put socks in?
Where’s the credit card?
Hope there’s enough petrol.
Water bottle? Oh yes, it’s in the back.
Did I leave the iron on?
Oh come on, for goodness sakes,
we’ll never get away!

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Serenity – foto fun

Serenity – foto fun



Sunset at Jindalee, looking east. Always serene in the bush.




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