Poem by Ogden Nash.

I didn’t go to church today,

I trust the Lord to understand.

The surf was swirling blue and white,

The children swirling on the sand.

He knows, He knows how brief my stay,

How brief this spell of summer weather,

He knows when I am said and done

We’ll have a plenty of time together.

Ogden Nash published this verse in 1968, three years before his death, in “There’s Always Another Windmill”.

Old Jetty, Brighton Beach. S.A. (c) Marie Trudinger
Brighton Beach.

When it’s Springtime in Australia

Shy gold begins to peep through the sombre green –

the wattle’s wedding dress –

and Spring is near.

Then suddenly it seems,

one golden morning,

the Bush awakes, a living thing.

Flowers bloom, birds sing,

and all the world puts on it’s gayest dress

to greet the laughing Spring.

C. J. Dennis

Wattle Tree. (c Marie Trudinger)
(c Marie Trudinger)

Beware the Data of Experts and Scientists.

British scientists were eager to try out their new air pollution monitoring equipment – to their amazement, readings in Newcastle, England, showed that it was the most polluted city in England, if not the world. What could possibly be causing these extraordinarily high results? A strange hitherto undiscovered weather anomaly? A series of gigantic coal plants that had somehow been overlooked?

In time, the true reason was discovered. Technicians had forgotten to double-check where in Newcastle their equipment had been placed – by a junior staffer. It was in a parking lot where dozens of diesel trucks came and went twenty-four hours a day!

Well, it did say, this was a Park!

Peaceful Waterhole, Finke River, Central Australia. (c) Marie Trudinger.