Category Archives: TRUDGING THE ROAD TO HAPPY DESTINY

We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years. As those explorers of the bush — the brave old pioneers. Banjo Paterson

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PIONEERS

 

We are the Old-world people,

Ours were the hearts to dare;

But our youth is spent, and our backs are bent,

And the snow is in our hair.

 

Back in the early fifties,

Dim through the mists of years,

By the bush-grown strand of a wild, strange land,

We entered – the pioneers.

 

Our axes rang in the woodlands,

Where the gaudy bush-birds flew,

And we turned the loam of our newfound home,

Where the Eucalyptus grew.

 

Housed in the rough log shanty,

Camped in the leaking tent,

From sea to view of the mountains blue

Where the eager diggers went.

 

We wrought with a will unceasing,

We moulded, and fashioned, and planned

And we fought with the black and we blazed the track

That ye might inherit the land.

 

There are your shops and churches,

Your cities of stucco and smoke;

And the swift trains fly where the wild cat’s cry

O’er the sad bush silence broke.

 

Take now the fruit of our labour,

Nourish and guard it with care;

For our youth is spent, and our backs are bent

And the snow is in our hair.

 

 Frank Hudson

http://australianpoems.tripod.com/pioneers.html

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Murray Pioneer and Australian River Record (Renmark, SA - 1913 - 1942), Friday 18 April 1924,

Murray Pioneer and Australian River Record (Renmark, SA : 1913 – 1942), Friday 18 April 1924,

 

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An Irish superstition says that if you turn your clothes inside out at sunset, good luck will follow the next day.

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So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can’t plant me in your penthouse
I’m going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I’ve finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

ELTON JOHN

If we cannot sing of faith and triumph, we will sing our despair. We will be that kind of bird. There are day owls, and there are night owls, and each is beautiful and even musical while about its business. [Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher

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“The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.”

― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Fall of Atlantis

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” Believe, it thou wilt, that mountains change their places, but believe not that men change their dispositions.”

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To be 70 years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ― E.E. Cummings

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Every season 

Shall have its suited pastime ; even winter, 
In its deep noon, when mountains piled with snow 
And choked up valleys from our mansion, bar 
All entrance, and nor guest nor traveller 
Sounds at our gate ; the empty hall forsaken, 
In some warm chamber, by the crackling fire, 
We'll hold our little, snug, domestic court, 
Plying our work with song and tale between." 
Joanna Bailh'e.  Guernsey.

A woman often walked In the garden all alone And when I passed along the linden-bordered road We almost talked.

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)

Annie

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Japanese poem by Lady Koshikibu from Ogura 100 poems (early 13th century)

大江山 いく野の道の 遠ければ まだふみもみず 天の橋立

“By Oe Mountain / The road to Ikuno is far away, / And neither have I beheld / Nor crossed its bridge of heaven. .” 

“We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.” — The Big Book

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Roads of Destiny

I go to seek on many roads
What is to be.
True heart and strong, with love to light—
Will they not bear me in the fight
To order, shun or wield or mould
My Destiny?

Unpublished Poems of David Mignot.

http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/roads-of-destiny/1/

Every road leads to Home.

RALEIGH

FOTO- THE COTTAGE VALERY ROAD RALEIGH

Love in a Cottage

A cottage small be mine, with porch
Enwreathed with ivy green,
And brightsome flowers with dew-filled bells,
’Mid brown old wattles seen.

And one to wait at shut of eve,
With eyes as fountain clear.
And braided hair, and simple dress,
My homeward step to hear.

On summer eves to sing old songs,
And talk o’er early vows.
While stars look down like angels’ eyes
Amid the leafy boughs.

When Spring flowers peep from flossy cells.
And bright-winged parrots call,
In forest paths be ours to rove
Till purple evenings fall.

The curtains closed, by taper clear
To read some page divine,
On winter nights, the hearth beside,
Her soft, warm hand in mine.

And so to guide through busy life,
Like some small brook alone,
That winds its way ’mid grassy knolls,
Its music all its own.

Daniel Deniehy (first published 1847)]

Better to have a friend on the road than gold or silver in your purse. French.

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VALERY ROAD RALEIGH. IZZY’S LAST RUN.

“What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do – especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.”

William Least Heat Moon

http://matadornetwork.com/bnt/50-most-inspiring-travel-quotes-of-all-time/

“Peace?’ said Vetinari. ‘Ah, yes, defined as period of time to allow for preparation for the next war.” ― Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

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If we are peaceful, if we are happy, we can smile and blossom like a flower, and everyone in our family, our entire society, will benefit from our peace.
Thich Nhat Hanh

When you’re speaking about the trolls, they’re standing in the entrance hall listening. (Swedish)

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To get the walkthrough, you have to take the sponge from Nanny Ogg’s pantry and stick it in the ear of the troll with the tutu, then take the lumps and put them in the pouch with the zombie’s razor.

(Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett)

http://www.au.lspace.org/books/pqf/alt-fan-pratchett.html

My weary soul cries out for peace, Peace and the quietness of death.

Weariness BY EVA GORE-BOOTH

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“I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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The life you have led doesn’t need to be the only life you have. Anna Quindlen

2carSpirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.

 Alice Meynell

My Cigarette, My Friend I’ve got a bit of sinus My throat’s a little bit dry My lungs are a little bit wheezy But I’m not going to cry.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-cigarette-my-friend/

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“Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on them arrow of the volcano. It’s not the tobacco we’re after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.”

― Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker

And those who ride on the Border side, Albeit they like him not, They know his mettle has oft been tried Where blows were thick and hot.

The Feud: A Border Ballad

by Adam Lindsay Gordon (1833 – 1870)

Australian writer

http://alldownunder.com/australian-authors/adam-lindsay-gordon/feud-a-border-ballad.htm

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Let us all understand that death is not an eraser. It does not remove the deeds or the meanings that existed in anyone’s life. It does not make poor men rich or great men fallible. And when death comes, let us not romanticize its presence nor the person it takes from us. Let us see death for what it really is: a border that we all must cross; a border that, more than any other, defines the lives we are able to lead. Do not mourn for those who cross over. Rather, reflect on the definition they’ve left behind. It is the only truth we are able to know here on earth. When the definition is great, then celebrate it. When it is lacking, then learn from it and improve on it. And use it to make your own definition more truthful and loving and miraculous.

~Russell Andrews

Read more: http://www.gadel.info/2011/07/loss-of-loved-one-quotes-sayings.html#ixzz2mTi1iac2

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Jenny Boult

http://grapevine.net.au/~grunwald/une/KLAs/literacy/poetry.html

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Freedom on the Wallaby

Australia’s a big country 
An’ Freedom’s humping bluey, 
An’ Freedom’s on the wallaby 
Oh! don’t you hear ‘er cooey? 
She’s just begun to boomerang, 
She’ll knock the tyrants silly, 
She’s goin’ to light another fire 
And boil another billy. 

HENRY LAWSON

http://www.instituteofaustralianculture.com/freedom-on-the-wallaby-henry-lawson/

If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it.”

— Isadora Duncan

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“Any woman or man who would write the truth of their lives would write a great work. But no one has dared to write the truth of their lives.”

― Isadora Duncan, My Life

A wise man doesn’t see his foot on the ground, he watches his next step.

http://cogweb.ucla.edu/Discourse/Proverbs/Ilocano.html

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Eileen Caddy

When you feel that you have reached the end and that you cannot go one step further, when life seems to be drained of all purpose: what a wonderful opportunity to start all over again, to turn over a new page.

“Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them.”

— Winston Churchill

http://www.leadershipnow.com/disciplinequotes.html

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Help me, so that I can help you, so that we can climb the mountain.

http://www.geocities.jp/nomonomogreek/Proverbs/Proverbs.htm

Bad friends will prevent you from having good friends.

~ Gabon proverb

http://afritorial.com/the-best-72-african-wise-proverbs/

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“ That’s the pathetic thing about high school. Everyone tries so hard to be something they aren’t. It’s gotten so I don’t know who I am, so how can I even try to be who I am, much less who I’m not?
My problem is that I don’t even fit in with the misfits.
I don’t fit anywhere.”

― Katie Alender, Bad Girls Don’t Die

If a man looks upon your wife pluck out his eye and cook it in a goodly stew. If he eats the stew his manhood will wither and fall off in the next moon.

http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/g/gypsy_proverb/3.htm

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We are all wanderers of this earth, our hearts are full of wonder and our souls are full of dreams.

http://english.tebyan.net/newindex.aspx?pid=27223

I might not be able to hold my drink or my man, but what I can hold, is a tune. Point me in the right direction and give me a bloody mic.”

― Lindsey Kelk, I Heart New York

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You can’t stay the same. If you’re a musician and a singer, you have to change, that’s the way it works.

Van Morrison