Country Boys and Country Girls

Ripple Poetry

Image by June Perkins

A song lyric

Country boys and country girls
dream more than sugar cane.
Country boys and country girls
want more than endless rain.

They’re picking stars from skies above.
They’re catching pieces of the moonlight.
They’re running to the canopies
of light.

Country boys and country girls
often hide their pain
but they’re still holding
onto all their dreams
looking into the firelight
to find the global streams.

They’re picking stars from skies above
They’re catching pieces of the moonlight
They’re running to the canopies of light.

Country boys and country girls
often leave these towns
‘cause when the pickings done
there’s too few jobs around
and when a cyclone’s been
it’s even harder still
but now they’ve just got to
have a stronger will.

So they’re leaving behind the sugar cane
they’re saying goodbye
to endless rain
And they’re still looking
for the canopies of…

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Day 4 PiBoIdMo

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Taken by June Perkins – Rocks Riverside Park, recent expedition

Day 4 of PiBoIdMo, hanging out at my keyboard and my online homes, staring at the dragon my daughter made me and thinking about a weekend full of a social catch up and meeting up with Write links- the wonderful writing group for children and young adults I have connected with since moving to Brisbane.

We were all very inspired by our guest speaker, Nicholas Lochel,who shared the journey with his sister to self publish, market and sell the  – Zarkora series.  His presentation was packed with practical advice such as how to self publish and about the joy of going to conventions with a stand to publicise their book.  The first step is to create a product you are proud of in terms of content, and physical look of the book.  Writelinks Professional and Development sessions this year have been great for teaching us the ins and outs of writing and publishing. We’ve had guests who judge literary competitions and presentations from members who know a lot about pitching to publishers as well.  They all have such wisdom to generously share.  Another wonderful aspect meetings is the sharing of news of when people make a breakthrough with their writing or publishing and the critique groups.

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My daughter checking out the Lochel’s portfolio – Write links Meeting Nov 2014

My son is playing some blues and country on his guitar and his Dad told him someone from the high school who is a gifted guitarist wants to meet him and play some guitar. When he sings, he sounds like Johnny Cash and Bob Dylan. His voice has that country feel to it, even though it might not be his most favourite genre to sing. He does like the man in black, Mr Cash though.  I think I could create lots of characters who have a passion for music,  with a central challenge of how to make a living out of it to be able to do it full time.

It’s a colder morning, which means wearing a light cardigan and drinking a cup of warm Earl Gray tea (which I always put a drop of milk into.) I had a good nights sleep last night, the first in a week.  I love soothing cups of tea and keeping myself hydrated whilst I write.

Today, I am serene in that my children have found their life passions, things they can do either professionally or in their spare time, but which will sustain their joy in life. One is into music and social conscience, another art and graphic novels and another sport and movies. I feel like all the sacrifices made for them to be the best mother I can be are starting to show fruit.  Cross fingers, it continues.  Most of all I am proud of their values. They aren’t clones of me, by any means, but they’re their own people, with a strong core of values from Mum and Dad.

I am excited about writing this morning.  A chapter book I was struggling to start, but for which setting and character have been quite clear in my head for ages, has finally taken off. As soon as I leave this blog today I will be back onto writing it. I love that although I have an outline dynamic things are happening where the characters are also dictating the action. Other writing projects I am editing, are progressing.  I feel more confident they are closer to completion and sharing time.

I am searching for some part time or full-time paid work, or wanting to create project work to bring in some more income for the family and to be able to build a more secure future.  So happy to have writing to continue whatever else happens in this regard.  As for PiBoIdMo  loving the online community inspiring each other to generate ideas and develop them.  My inspiration today might be real life stories of heroes and heroines in everyday life, that haven’t had much shared about them but who would be great subjects for children’s books.

All the best, especially to other creative parents in my position.

aka June, Gumbootspearlz

Note: we are a day ahead of American readers, so it is indeed day 4 PiBoIdMo

Pathways to ….

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This one goes out to all of my readers making decisions at cross roads of their lives.  I am doing a lot of planning this week, after a friend asked me some questions about what I wanted to do with my writing and how I was going to do it.  I am taking a deep breath and then moving to the pathways!

I am picking out a path
to navigate my life
standing at the mid point
wanting to move forward.

I am looking to within
through the dreams that
I still have.

North, South, East, West
which way is best?

I am searching for some focus
reflecting where
the confirmations blossom
and the path only dead ends

Or perhaps needs a push down
of the walls.

Birthdays come and go
people come and go
but the constants
love, compassion, wisdom?
stay in my journey’s pocket.

I reflect
on the paths not taken
and those still beckoning
on the ways
to unpack my fears
to make the journeys
of my dreams.

 

(c) June Perkins

Firelight Sing-a-long

A memory triggered by a photograph of music by the firelight.

Following the Crow Song

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By the firelight we singalong.  We’ve asked eldest to bring out his guitar and he’s become our karoke machine.  He knows so many songs.  But he doesn’t sing aloud with us yet.

Hubby sings the loudest, to the beat of his own drum, daughter and youngest sing louder to help him sing with their tuning.

I sing if I know the lyrics to the songs they have chosen.

We sing to the moonlit cane.

Once we even see a horde of runaway rats in the trees once the cane provides no more shelter.  Perhaps they have come to hear us sing, and we need to employ eldest like a pied guitarist to take them back into the fields.

Eldest’s voice has been breaking, and he’s kept it a secret.  We have no idea what it sounds like yet.

Sometimes I think I hear him…

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