At times one gets the notion to get lost
Just walk upon a track many seldom go
Take a staff to steady the rough stuff
Supplies shelter food some tools its so

Camera mobile spare batties axe knife
Pens pads matches or lense for camp fire
Alone your soul your home your very own
Peaceful thinking time bed roll silent desire

Ridding ones mind of stresses not yours
Allowing mind soul to take an earned break
Away from endless followers of total garbage
You the moon stars natures gifts thus to take

Away from gas bag preachers politicians too
A fool a mule knows how they lie as they do
Wasting others lives like the wasps in hives
Such a time its time of this time I knew

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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~S a c r e d G a r d e n ~
gentle waterfalls
cascading into a watery chapel
Steps ascending...
red, orange, yellow,
green, blue, indigo, violet
to an altar bathed in white
by a heavenly spiraling sky light
imposing crystal sculptures
rise up from the ocean's floor
and dolphins playfully weave in and out
lining the shore...
a resplendent perpetual floral display
roses, lilac, honey suckle,
chrysanthemum, lotus blossom
an exquisite medley of fragrance and hue
and as far as the eye can see
rolling meadows of emerald green clover
graceful weeping willow trees,
majestic oak and white birch
echoing in the distance
the melodious intonation of chimes
ring out their welcome
a whisper of a touch of a loving essence
with an encircling warmth and energy
embraces me
a grand eagle in full flight
an owl with knowing eyes  
each extend their greetings
and wish me well
lost in a sense of peace and well being
then, gently waking from the rapture
Vision  f  a  d  i  n  g,
leaving only a trace
of the Sacred Garden - -
......the  H e a l i n g   P l a c e

Plant a vine not far from house
And in order for it to survive
It will grow and stretch at best
Towards to house to stay alive

Does not matter good vine or bad
Both or any will as well you'll find
They have no eyes but all do know
Vines are far from being blind

At times they'll use another vine
As to use to make it all go right
One can even cut it back some
And it will be back there after night

Never underestimate a vines mind
Or for that matter the mind of plants
As most its true I'm telling you
They know more than humans of
      whats inside their pants

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Plant a vine not far from house
And in order for it to survive
It will grow and stretch at best
Towards to house to stay alive

Does not matter good vine or bad
Both or any will as well you'll find
They have no eyes but all do know
Vines are far from being blind

At times they'll use another vine
As to use to make it all go right
One can even cut it back some
And it will be back there after night

Never underestimate a vines mind
Or for that matter the mind of plants
As most its true I'm telling you
They know more than humans of
      whats in their pants

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

It'd help a lot in life
To handle strife
Be a good soul and
Respect girlfriend or wife

But sin an invented word
By religion true
As after all said and done
The same for them too

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Same place same time
This time I'll have more wine

terrence michael sutton
Copyright  2018

A bloke from way down in the city
As far away from the outback as one could get~
Decided to go try life in the outback
And took a job as a para vet~
It was away out on a distant remote cactus farm
In the middle of heaven knows only where~
And they only had a few hundred sheep n cattle
And they didn't need much care~
All the blokes that worked there
Had almost been there for always~
And had not been off this farm
For forever and thirty days~
One of the blokes said he felt ill
And they were just so far out back~
So when he keeled over on the job
They made a hospital in an empty shack~
The para vet then he decided that
He could do the job on him~
And got a few tools from the workshop
Not to operate would be a sin~
They thought he might have a gall stone
Well that's what the para vet he thought~
One thought he might have a fur ball
As he did like sheep but was never caught~
So they put him to sleep with home brew
And then went inside of him to see~
The para vet and a few farm workers
Who were as handy as could be~
They found a few bits and pieces in there
Of what they never had a clue~
So they did not look too useful
And they cut them out it's true~
They cut off a few small loose bits
That was hanging loose here and there~
And then stitched him up with baling twine
And a bag needle with care~
When he woke up they told him that
He really ought to rest~
So they decide he needed somewhere peaceful
They thought the hay shed would be best~
A few hours later in the afternoon
He came walking funny down the track~
Half dressed with a shovel handle under his arm
And looking rather slack ~
How ya feeling now old buddy they said
He said I am not really sure~
I feel rather empty inside
And I can't walk correctly any more~
So they had a look and there it was
They'd sown the top of his legs together~
So they convinced him he'd be fine but
He'd have to change his name to heather~
Next thing he heard the strangest tune
Deep from within side of him it's true~
And when the para vet found he'd lost his mobile phone
He did not know just what to do~
So they told him not to worry but
That the battery would run down soon~
and to in the meantime
Just get used to the tune~
So if ya see a bloke out there walking funny
Don't worry he's just fine~
But if he decides to kick the bucket
That blasted Mobile phone is mine~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018