Uncle Des

Some Rollicking good yarns about Life and Love with a good helping of Humour and affection. Bush poetry by a budding wordsmith hoping to express a love for life and a healthy respect for the time Keeper who holds in his hands our own completion date for our existance. There is a poem about going Bush, and a beautiful old groper that visited me one day while fishing. The mudcrab dance is Uncle Arch being clawed through a bag of crabs, bloody tough men around in those days. There is one about the Dog, it is fiction and we all could do with a hero now and then.