The Drynie Boys

It's 2:30 AM, and the Drynie Boys are in play,
Harvesting cane that won't see the next day.
With skill and might, they cut through the night,
Harvester and truck in sync, a seamless sight.

Working in harmony beneath the sun’s fierce heat,
Their work’s never over until the last bin's beat.
Through golden seas of towering sugar cane,
They cut, they toil, through grease, sweat and strain.

Dan, the main man, with his sharp blades,
Guides the harvester across the glades.
With spirits high and heart so true,
He faces each drill, being true blue.

"That’s no dog!" yells Spikey, "another tyre’s blown!"
A hiss louder than any snake, a burst hose, air is flowing.
Though bins may tumble, and steel ropes fray,
The Drynie Boys do not grumble, it’s just another day.


Traversing the lands from farms to sidings,
It could be Burkes, The mill or Colevale two, four and five.
Good or bad, we can always hear Darren bellow,
"Burkes is the only true siding for this fellow."

From the moon’s silver glow to the sun's golden set,
No time for a wager, no time for regret.
"Flamin' oath," they cry, as the engines roar,
Their work is legend, a tale to explore.

It’s 2024, and the crew’s not the same,
Shaun wields a spanner, mastering the game.
Over the two-way, his voice rings clear,
"Grease up, boys—no rest for us here!"

Darren, steady, with bins in line,
Pushing and pulling till all align.
JD crunches numbers, urging them on,
"Another twenty bins boys before the day is done!"

Bear and Glen stand ready and steady,
Lifting spirits, calming the crew.
When one man falters, they’ll take the strain,
Ensuring the Drynie Boys do not drain.

As they prepare for the next day, the fields ignite, a fiery blaze,
Vast green lands of sugar sticks, cast in an amber haze.
The water cart bounces through the break, quelling stray flames,
As fast as they roar, they fade—dawn’s work now remains.

When night settles and work is done,
The Drynie Boys reflect on battles won.
Fields once lush with sugar cane now bare,
Tales of grease and grit linger in the air.

Then comes the rain, with its pitter-patter tune,
Wheels spin in the mud, the mill halts too soon.
As rivers swell, the season’s end draws near,
But Christmas beckons, so does another year.

So here's to the Drynie haulers, steadfast and true,
Spinning yarns of harvests old and new.
In the heart of the Burdekin, where legends are spun,
The Drynie Boys have had a ripper run.

Beautiful as a Sunflower

You stand tall, a princess among the wild,

Facing the world as the sun crowns your golden halo.

The facets of your beauty, like petals kissed by morning dew,

Catch the beams of light, glowing as bright as the heart of day.

Your strength radiates in silent elegance,

Drawing all who wander near, lost in the depth of your gaze.

Your smile, a beacon as warm as the sun itself,

Follows every moment, lighting the path of those in your orbit.

Your heart, vast and intricate, mirrors the thousand blooms

That weave together to form the soul of a sunflower.

With each glance, you steal hearts like the sun steals shadows,

Leaving none untouched by your radiant presence.

When the wind dances through your golden crown,

It sings like the chimes of your favorite festive song,

Soft, sweet, and full of joy, a melody that stirs the surrounding souls.

As your thousands of petals open to the thousands of thoughts in your open mind,

You absorb the struggles and plights of others,

While seeking the love and friendship that your soul longs for.

Your essence takes in the feelings of those around you,

Yet you know you must stand tall, steadfast among the rest.

As the sun rises to the east and sets to the west,

And as sure as the darkness to come,

Your journey through life will be well traveled.

Each day, a new adventure beckons,

And afar, romance may quietly bloom.

But you stay rooted in your home grounds,

Until the desire to follow the sun’s path calls you yet again.

Your love, boundless as the sky, holds the promise of family

A nurturing embrace that will guide and grow,

Rooted in kindness, blossoming with care as you are there naturing soul.

Your stature, a marvel, commending the horizon

An unmissable masterpiece against the canvas of life that even Van Gogh could not capture.

Yet beneath your bold exterior lies a secret longing,

Absorbing the unseen kindness and warmth of the world around you.

Though you endure the droughts of love with resilient grace,

Who will dare to reach beyond your strength

And nurture the tender roots of your being?

You stand tall, determined and radiant,

Waiting for the one who will see your full bloom,

And love you as deeply as the earth cradles the sun’s embrace.

As the sun sets gently to the west,

Your petals close, you once again become a sleeping beauty.

The moonlight glides over your slender form,

A silver glow that captures your gentle curves.

The cool night air that whispers of your grace.

Until the first morning light kisses you awake,

And you rise anew, radiant and proud,

For I am as beautiful as a sunflower.

Where Have You Been All Night?

Where Have You Been All Night?

As the sun dips below the horizon, the world succumbs to the embrace of night. Shadows deepen, and silence thickens. Alone, I lie in the stillness, my thoughts consumed by you. Where are you tonight, my love?

Through the faint glow of moonlight slipping past the curtains, I cast a glance at the empty space beside me. How I long to see the gentle gleam of silver light reflecting off your serene face. To press a tender kiss on your soft lashes, gaze into your warm eyes, and whisper a quiet goodnight. Yet, the emptiness remains, and I wonder, where have you gone?

As sleep begins to tug at my consciousness, my heart grows heavy with longing. I yearn for the sight of your cascading curls, the soft waves of your hair carrying the scent of a garden after rain. In my mind's eye, I see you draped in your favorite silken nightwear, its gentle folds resting against you, rising and falling with each delicate breath. I ache to know who might be entranced by your beauty tonight, in my stead.

In the quiet hours before dawn, the faint rhythm of rain taps against the roof, stirring memories of you. I recall the sight of you stepping from the shower, your hair slick and straight, glistening like a waterfall. Droplets danced along your skin, clinging briefly before tumbling to meet the ground. In that moment, I envied those beads of water, tracing paths across your form. If I could, I would trace a thousand such paths, each bringing you a thousand smiles. Perhaps then, I would not be left wondering where you are tonight.

As morning arrives, streaks of sunlight pierce the room, and the weight of a tender touch pulls me from my dreams. Warm kisses brush against my skin, and I feel your presence pressing against me. Slowly, I open my eyes to find you gazing back with those beautiful eyes, your hair falling like a soft veil around us. Your fingers glide to mine, intertwining, as if to remind me: you are here.

The silken barrier between us is gone; flesh meets flesh, warmth meets warmth. In your embrace, I am lost, and the questions of the night fade into nothingness. Have I woken, or am I dreaming still? I wonder, where have you been all night?

The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds

The Meeting of our Real and Virtual Worlds

At last, we meet, once bound by the screen,
Now, face to face, where reality’s seen.
No more pixels between our hearts' desires,
May tomorrow, be our time to inspire.

We'll share the sunrise, the sunset’s glow,
The quiet moments where true feelings flow.
In life’s embrace, we’ll find our way,
In the dance of time, we’ll seize the day.

Your smile, so bright, a light so pure,
A glimpse of your soul, both calm and sure.
Through every smile, through every virtual word,
The depths of you, my heart has stirred.

Though our time may be fleeting and brief,
Captivated, I was, from the start of it all.
Thank you for being you, so true,
For showing the world your spirit through.

As we open our minds, hearts free,
May the world, too, open wide to see,
That here, in this moment, we stand and grow,
Our two real worlds collide, and together we will grow,
As the night glow fades the virtual world sets upon us again.

Love is a Funny Thing

Love is a Funny Thing

Love is a funny thing,
You love the morning sun that shines,
Your best friend, your family, your partner in life.
But how do we know which love is real?
Or is it beauty and nature that our hearts should feel?
Why can love be so different, so surreal?

If I say I love my dog,
Does it mean I don't love you?
For my dog can be my best friend, too,
Can we only love one, and not another?
Does the heart allow just one love to pursue?
Or are there many loves for us to seek?
Love is a funny thing.

We’re told to love just one,
But how can that be true?
I love my grandmother,
And my brother too.
Who controls my love for who?
Can we love more than one? Who says we cannot?
Love is a funny thing.

You may fall in love for a day,
Then realize it’s not meant to stay.
A week might pass, you still feel the same,
But love shifts, it’s never just a game.
Is it just best friends, from start to end?
Or does love bloom for better or worse, my friend?
Love is a funny thing.

We all want forever,
But does forever truly last?
Can love disappear with the next sunset,
Or be washed away with the next tide, so fast?
Is being best friends the truest deal?
What’s the meaning of love that we feel?
Is it soulmates, or just words we've heard?
Love is a funny thing.

Is making love the same as being in love?
Or are they two roads, side by side,
Leading to places we can’t always decide?
Can we love another, and still love the first?
Can love be touched, or am I touched by love’s thirst?
When I fall in love, is the only pain I feel is the cost of love?
Who controls when I am to love?
Love is a funny thing.

I love my food,
I love a cold drink,
But does that mean I still love you,
Or is love just a passing wink?
Who stops the feeling of love?
Who saves you from the sudden fall of love?
Love is a funny thing.

Does love have an age?
Can it cross all lines,
From the young to the old,
From the old to the young,
Is it timeless, or confined by time?
Love is a funny thing.

They say I should love just one,
But which one should it be?
My best friend, my dog, the morning sun,
My food, the cold drink next to me?
Can love make time stand still?
Or does love shift with time’s will?
Can love break hearts, or heal them so?
Is love so powerful it makes us glow?
Love is a funny thing.

You told me you loved someone else,
And I wondered, what does that mean?
Can love overlap, or must it be clean?
Am I in love with my dog?
Am I in love with the sunset’s glow?
Am I betraying your love by doing so?
How do we decide who to love, and how?
What love do we cultivate, here and now?
Love is a funny thing.

Can love be virtual, or must it be real?
Can you fall for a message, an email, or a show?
Does love have shape, a weight, a feel?
Is love so heavy it can crush the invisible,
Can love crush our spirit or thoughts untouchable?
Does it sparkle like your eyes, or like the morning glow
On waves that crash and fade below?
Is it in person, or just a glow?
Can a smile alone, make the love grow?
Love is a funny thing.

But maybe love’s not so funny at all—
If I had to choose, I’d stand tall.
In a world of shifting tides and wings,
There’s one truth my heart brings:
I would choose you, through everything,
Maybe love’s not so funny after all.

I Am Not, But...

I Am Not, But...

I am not your Instagram boyfriend,
capturing fleeting moments in a digital abyss—
the light in your hair,
your cascading reflection in the nearby mirror,
or the steam rising from your morning espresso,
all while highlighting your radiant smile.
I do not perfect your poses, ensuring envy blooms
among your ever-growing followers.

I am not your personal chef,
tantalizing your taste buds with every dish.
I do not master culinary trends
to match the shifting seasons of your diet—
vegetarian, vegan, carnivore, flexitarian.
I do not slave over the flames to craft feasts
to impress your friends.

I am not your lover,
teasing your body beneath satin sheets,
as moonlight catches the sheen of your soft skin.
The room does not echo with your whispered moans
or guard the secrets of our midnight embrace.

I am not your boyfriend,
sending late-night texts of promises and sweet nothings,
words spun to capture your beating heart.
I do not steal your dreams of others,
nor ask you to forget what might have been.

I am not your brother,
sharing secrets of the good, the bad, and the ugly.
I do not playfully grumble when you ask me to stay late,
protecting your virtue and creating chaos together,
the kind that becomes distant memories
and brings spontaneous smiles.

I am not your father,
ready to drop everything when you’re in need.
I do not ensure your plans are solid,
nor pick you up when mistakes leave you shaken,
whispering that everything will be okay.
I do not hold you close,
warming your heart when the world feels cold.

I am not your best friend,
spending endless hours on the phone,
laughing about yesterday, dreaming of tomorrow.
I do not share quiet moments of comfort,
sitting beside you, lost in silence,
yet complete in your presence.

I am not your soulmate,
forever tethered by the light in your eyes.
I do not walk beside you through the ups and downs,
helping you grow,
always understanding, always supportive.

I am not your pool boy,
with a rippled torso shimmering under the sun,
skimming the calm waters of your pool
as you sip on a watermelon margarita.
I do not bring you fresh croissants
or beam at you with a whitewashed smile,
radiant as the sun itself.

I am not your chauffeur,
driving you like Miss Daisy,
stopping for photos at your favorite spots.
I do not adjust the car’s temperature,
charge your phone, or open your door
with effortless grace.

I am not your I.T. guy,
keeping your devices updated and secure,
so you can send sweet messages,
plan future events,
and live a life untroubled by digital threats.

I am not your doctor,
listening to your heart through a stethoscope,
telling you there’s no cure for love,
nor a miracle for a heart that’s been broken.
I do not prescribe rest for your battles,
nor guide you between the medical and the spiritual.

But I am, and will be, all the above whenever you need me.
For you are my everything,
and I am all you need me to be.
You are my journey, you are my life.

You Are My Sun...Shine

When your eyes open,
the first rays of your smile
bathe the room in warmth,
filling every corner with your presence.

The spark in your gaze
finds the deepest shadows,
banishing darkness,
filling the void with your light.

Your energy ripples outward,
infectious and irresistible.
We marvel,
wondering how we could exist without you.

You scatter colors like prisms,
painting the world in hues of comfort and joy.
Even a unicorn would blush,
humbled by your rainbow sparkle.

As you radiate your natural glow,
the world pauses,
whispering, “Where have you been all night?”

Your brilliance,
reaching hearts far and near,
dazzle those who wander too near.
Your smile is so bright, even the sun stands in fear.
You are my universe.
Even when night falls,
I find solace in knowing
that with every dawn,
you’ll return to light my world once more.

Life would lose its meaning without you.
You illuminate my path,
guide my way,
and remind me:
You are my sunshine,
my everything.

Moments, what Moments?

What are moments?

Are moments time, another name for a second or hour or even a day?

Can moments be measured by time, by a maths equation?

How long or short can a moment be?

Are moments happy or sad, good or bad, fun or boring? 

Can moments change my life? 

Can I control moments?

These are questions we all ask, what is a moment, is it a feeling? Is it something we have done? 

Think of moments as a room with more than one door, each door leading to another moment, the door we choose will give us a new moment. Life is full of doors leading to moments. So therefore we can choose our path to different moments.

Moments can be a thought or it can be an event, it can be many small moments that make one big moment.  Our moment is how we remember the event. 

Life is full of moments, some we never take some we take too far, some we may try to avoid as we are worried about what others think.  But it is your moment, no body else owns your moment, own your moment.

Sometimes you just need to take the moment to see what is on the other side.  Sometimes we can choose a different path to give us a different moment, but maybe you will just end up in the same place just delaying the moment. 

Ask yourself is your moment going to hurt anybody? Are you going to learn from your moment? 

A smorgasbord of moments is being offered to us all the time, what we decide to do with these moments is up to you. You can feast, chew or nibble. This is your life, your path, your dream own your moment. 

Bad or sad moments, we all have them, the moment is over when you say, take the moment put it away and move on to a better moment.  

Happy moments can become unhappy moments when they end.  The moment is over, move on there are more happy moments ahead of you.

Regrets are moments not stored.  You are trying to change the moment but the moment is gone. Store the moment, move on and concentrate on creating a positive moment. 

Love, limerence and relationships is a moment too, you alone are not In control of this moment. 

Moments can create broken hearts and bad feelings. But why it was a moment, move on and think how lucky that person was to share some of your moments. If you need to share, there is plenty wanting to share moments with you. Or just enjoy the freedom of your own moments.

Labels, jobs, and fitness are all moments, you can change any of them any day.  You are in control of your moments. 

Once a Moment is gone a memory is created.  A memory is the same size as a moment.  

Create new moments, live for moments, and paint your memory full of moments. Enjoy the moments offered on your path, not everyone gets these moments. 

Life before and Now

Three years ago I was earning millions and dining in the finest restaurants and enjoying the worlds greatest cruises. 

Two years ago I was globe trotting the world passing through countries like they are a Mcdonalds drive thru. 

Last year COVID hit us all, the world shut down. I was trapped, surviving and just living not sure were life was taking me.

Today I am a bus driver, thanking the world that I am alive and I feel safe. Thankful I have a job. Cherishing each sunrise, and savoring each coffee I enjoy under its far reaching beams. Embracing the moments when I see the sun set on the mountain, creating a kaleidoscope of colors across its sparse ridge lines, silhouetted against the setting horizon. To walk outside and feel the icy rain drops on my shoulders. See the array of autum palettes drift from the over arching branches from above and scatter across our path.  Knowing I lived to see another beautiful day.

For those of us that survive COVID too see another day.  Should we not stop and say thank you for letting us remember the little things in life.

We are only as strong as each other, stop and embrace what we have.  Do not think about what could of been. Let’s of dream of what can be, let’s make our world a better place, we are alive. 

Are we an onion?

Just like a onion you say? Why an onion? Well have you ever compared an onion to your self I say?

Just like an onion we come in many colors and sizes, you have white ones, brown ones, red ones, yellow ones and green ones.  Do we not come in many colors and sizes. 

Just like an onion we have a hard exterior and if peeled back release moisture, layer by layer.  Does an onion not have a hard exterior on the outside and soft ones that release moisture too.  

Turn an onion one way, it has a tuff on top the other way it is bald.  Are we not mix of some with tuffs or bald just like an onion. 

Just like an onion if you peeled back the layers you will find the heart.  The heart is solid and the core of the onion.  Is our heart not the core to our many layers of skin and of our self being. 

Just like an onion we often wear a jacket to protect us from the harsh environment.  And sometimes we add layers to protect our core.  Peel off our layers  are we not as naked as the onion we just peeled.

Just like an onion it will sprout life to reproduce from it’s core. Life will also shoot from some of us to form more life around us.

Just like an onion we can be used in so many ways. We like to bake under the golden rays, simmer and steam in the sauna, boil our bodies in the hot bath.  If we drink too much are we not called pickled or canes not get in a pickle. 

Just like an onion we build layers of resilience as we grow.  Expanding ourself as we indulge, growing wider in our Centre’s. 

Just like an onion …… Are we a onion?

Life is like a fog

When the fog surrounds you. 

You can not see the life behind you to see what life may of been.  You cannot see who or what is behind or in front of you. 

The fog does not care who you are, it will surround you and swallow you up if you let it.  It does not pick sides, race, money, it sets upon us all the same. Only you can set yourself free by choosing your own path. 

But you can only move one step at a time forwards.  

Only true friends will find you in the fog. The rest will be doing the same thing when the fog clears.  But you are in a different place now, you choose your own path thru the fog. 

Enjoy life one step at a time, do not worry if you can not see the future or who you leave behind.  It will all make sense when you are ready to leave the fog and move on.

Next stop the beach

As the sunset over the ridge and the twilight sky was shooting rays of sunburnt orange across the escarpment.

There you stood surround by the glowing majestic beams of the setting sun, your smile beaming as bright as the sun itself.

As the bus doors open the sunburnt sky accents the wisps of your strawberry blonde hair swirling in the light breeze.

As you entered the bus, I suddenly felt alive, your presence filling this hollow metallic shell on wheels with your essence of life, creativity and positivity.

You sat behind me, We chatted over the clatter about your journey, you were longing for more, but you bought my journey to life.

Your ambitions were out of reach but your determination and dreams were coming alive, you were grasping for a new moment and path in life. 

As we drove into the setting sun I was caught in the middle of the radiant glow of you both.

I could not escape, i never wanted the journey to end, I was captivated, but I knew I was driving to a guaranteed end.

We reached the last stop, the beach, all stood still for me, as I pulled the park brake on, the bus snorting at my fear, I realized I may never see you again.

I hesitated in pushing that illuminous button to part the doors to allow you to depart this journey. 

The hiss of air escaped as the doors parted, as you tapped off with your bee card the sharp beep was like a loud reminder to me of you intimate departure. 

You turned and smiled, reminding me what I was going to miss, you thanked me, I said goodbye.

This was a moment I would not forget.

You strode off in front of me your wisps of wild but tamed strawberry blonde hair flowing and twisting in the wind.

You were most likely thinking of your next batch of jam filled with passion and sweet nectar. While I was left wondering who was she. 

Your slender silhouette disappearing in the shadows between the abundant and laden apple trees as you strode towards golden sands of the beach.

Now I wonder and dream every time I drive to the beach, and stop, and look between the laden apple trees, over the beach for any sign of the beauty that was bestowed upon me.  

Will I ever see that beaming smile appear from the golden sands of the beach wandering between the apple trees to part my doors and bring life to my day again. 

As Dawn Breaks

As the morning sun rises into the east pushing the darkness towards the west. shadows will appear where once were just silhouettes. 

Shadows will start to form as the silhouettes dissolve into the light

As you start your uphill journey on the dark path to your destination. The sun rises over the hills creating your beautiful silhouette against the magnificent backdrop of the mountain escarpment. 

As you climb  towards the glowing amber lights of  your favorite number one the sun breaks over the mountain ridges casting an array of red and orange highlights across the sky.

The magnificent Remarkable‘s just a large black silhouette against the backdrop of the vast dwindling night sky the snowy peaks catching the palette of reds and oranges, glowing as if they’re alight with the only ash being the fleeing night sky.

Your silhouette grows closer, the new breaking light capturing your form against the majestic backdrop. I notice the  wind catching wisps of your jet black hair accentuating your silhouette. You appear out of the darkness dress so eloquently in this winter morning. 

As you step closer the headlights of number one suddenly surround your form and bring your shapely silhouette to life. Your scarf wrapped around your neck and tucked neatly into your jacket, your headphones tightly over your ears to keep them warm as you listen to your favorite tunes. 

The bus doors part with a hiss, you step aboard, your grace and elegance poised for the journey ahead your smile envelopes and surrounds the hollow inside, bringing warmth to the inside of this metallic shell on this chilly morning.  The driver understands why he got out of bed to capture this moment. 

You take a seat preparing yourself for the journey ahead that is about to begin. Your beaming eyes and smile captured in the drivers mirror as you sit and adjust your headphones and get lost in your tunes.  

 As you sit there and ponder of the day ahead or plan your next trivia event the journey continues. People come and go you do not seem to flicker those long eye lash’s as you watch everybody coming and going.

 As the bus reaches your final destination, the buzzer sounds breaking the silence, the bus rolls into your final stop.  You rise to leave, ready to start your day ahead, ready to take on what challenges the day may bring. As you depart you look up you catch the drivers glance in the mirror. You give a small wave and large smile, then like the night sky you disappear into the light. But as you exit, you know tomorrow the journey will start again. 

Yellow said it all

With the bright lights,  yellow dress,  like rays of the Sun

It was thought to be an everlasting smile

No words were needed, it was confidence while captivating

That beautiful dress was never expected to fade my memory

How alluring you were

Together, we were to create our fantasy

Never-ending, in travel, joy and laughter

Forever, walking in the same pace of the different roads

All but foolish hopes of fantasy

Never to be fulfilled

Dreams are meant to die

It is among reality and virtuality

Finally realised, it is unavoidable

Without considering one’s own silly wish

It was to never wither away

With certainty, we were to part

Together no more, our friendship was virtual

It is harsh, though it is the truth

Falling to sleep wondering what dance you are preforming

Waking up with salsa tunes in the heart,

It is all a distant memory, but not gone forever

Only until the understanding came to mind

It’s not about your captivating presence, but its legacy

The delighting dress of yellow that once brightened up my day

The graceful posts of beauty that created my smiles

The tasteful form of your silhouetted body

Your lovely smile that soothed one’s heart

Nothing has changed

The things you left,

The words you said,

The memories we had,

No one was to take them away from me

We are friends forever

It’s a promise, until we dance.

MODERN DAY UNICORN

I am a modern day unicorn. No, I am not the mystical, colourful horse with a large horn. I am a person, I could be any gender of any age, but this modern day unicorn is a female in her twenty’s. 

As a modern day unicorn, some say I am greedy, confused, innocent, oblivious but I say I am lucky. I have two lovers, I have two best friends, I have two travel companions, I am having twice the fun. 

A modern day unicorn is normally the third person in a couple’s relationship.  The couple can be any combination of genders, two females, two males, old or young it is a very broad spectrum, there is no set rules, my couple is a mature couple, male and female.

He is handsome with a peppered trimmed beard, joker, inspirational and creator. She is stunning, spiritual, very proud with a beautiful heart. 

I may be young, but I enjoy the experience and wealth of knowledge they both bring to my daily life, the opportunity of travel and the adventures we share in and outside the lair. 

They do not close me off from the rest of the world and they are there to share my excitement if somebody appeals to me, they are always by my side sharing the positives and negatives of life’s journey. 

Being a young unicorn my couple is like my father and mother, I can learn and gather from their wisdom.  They are also my brother and sister as we share adventures, road trips and share my good and bad moments, I can share everything with them.  And they are my boyfriend and girlfriend, we can share our passion together and separately. How lucky I am to have all this in one.

When we go out together people look at me as their daughter, she loves holding my hand and sometimes he holds both our hands and we walk down the path as we own it. When I go out with just him they see me as a mistress and think wow he is so lucky. We consume a beer or wine and he discusses his new ideas or the next adventure, he listens to my modern ideas. 

When I am with her, I feel so lucky to hold her hand and window shop, try on clothes and tease each other with our bodies, do our daily yoga routine or sip on lattes while consuming a warm croissant together discussing life,  friends and what we will wear to our next outing.

At home we share the duties, we dine and wine together, we laugh and share movies.  Sometimes we just want our own space, sometimes we just want to wake up alone. He is on the computer creating the next business idea or in the garden getting ready for the next BBQ. When us girls are alone we love to listen to music, practice our yoga together, or swap clothes and share stories in the bedroom. These little moments are the ones I live for, that make me proud and lucky to be their modern day unicorn. 

For today I am a unicorn and tomorrow I may find someone just for me but for now, I am lucky to be a modern day unicorn. 

JD Kesslar

My Xmas Tree Ode

As I trundled down the road lost in my own thoughts there you stood, tall and proud. 

I have been here before once or twice a day for weeks gone past, why have I never seen you before.

You were naked, only the sparse alpine pine needles covering your mass.  There was no glitter, no star, no tinsel or sparkling balls to jump at me, but you did.

I was captivated by your beauty, you were homeless and you were begging to find a home to create new memories for this Xmas and be decorated with all the glamour.

I thought it would not be possible, I am the Xmas grinch I did not need a tree, I have no time for such foolish things.

As the day passed and the wind blew through your needles, I knew what I had to do as tomorrow was the eve of Xmas. I set my alarm early so I could be the first one in the door.  I fell asleep dreaming of your presence lighting up my room.

I arose early on the eve of Xmas, racing down the road to see if you were still there. I was 10 min early when I saw there was two of you, but the other looked nothing like you, the other had a sign in its needles saying not for sale, display only.  I felt like a fool, of course, you are a display, I nearly turned and run for being a fool and dreaming of what could not been.

As the doors opened I was by your side, your trunk was a golden tan, your branches were strong like none I had seen.  You were heavy, you were from before my time and before the time of plastic and China imports.  You were graceful and strong. I could tell you were part of many happy and sad memories. My eyes opened wide as I saw the sign, box in the other room. My heart raced as this was a sign, as I looked further there I saw deep in your needles, the small tag saying you were for me.

I needed to dress you up and make you the proud tree you once were. I searched the store high and low for things to make you beam.  I was about to give up when I saw under a table a basket with the most beautiful and perfect star.  It was a sign as it was a star from before my time.

How you stand tall and proud, dressed to impress the glamour and sparkle to outdo any runway model, surrounded in lights that can be seen from above, the perfect star at your tip-off your presence.

You have lived for another Xmas to continue making memories for loved ones and families to come.

JD KESSLAR

Dec 2021