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52 ancestors music

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This really has nothing to do with ancestors it is a song I wrote for the inaugural  day for the Wanneroo Joondalup womens choir .

MAKE IT CHANGE

When I find a friend, who is in trouble

words then like wisdom come to me

Echo through my mind, to leave it be

And so, I close my eyes and move on

Till new words they come again

Come on be a friend, make it change

 

Make a change Give a smile

Be a friend Lend a hand

make it change make it change

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And when I see the lonely people

Living down the street from me

It Echoes through my mind, leave it be

And so, I close my mind and move on

Till new words they come again

Reach out to your neighbour, make it change

 

Make a change Give a smile

Be a friend Lend a hand

make it change, Make a change

3

When I am feeling lonely and

I think nobody cares for me

I hear my friends all singing make it change

Change poverty of friendship

Into one of living harmony

For I hear us singing make it change

Change your self

Change your street

Change your town

Change the world

Make it change

Make it change  

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I know there is a place to be

it’s me with you and you with me

and so, we join in singing

make a change

with helping hands and stepping out

the world will know what were about

for we will make a difference

make a change  

Change your self

Change your street

Change your town

Change the world

Make it change

Make it change

 this was sung to the tune Hallelujah by T Cohen from Shrek 

it can also be sung to Let it be by the Beatles. The day I wrote this I heard Let it be, sung as the 1st song on a world wide fund raising festival for famine, and I thought No you should not let it be you need to change it!

52 Ancestors week 27 Independence

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FOR THE 4th OF JULY 

I would like to get in early before this day gets underway,

And wish you all the very best, 4th of July, Independence Day,

If your ancestors hadn’t had a fight with England bold,

I would not be Australian, for this is what I’m told.

 

When war broke out between your country and red coats, 

Then England had to stop shoving convicts down your throats!

They languished on old England’s shores, in hulks, a rotting mess!

Till Cook he claimed this country, and told parliament this is the best

Idea I’ve had in ages! we’ll send our convicts there,

We’ll call the land down under, New South Wales, cause that is where it is,

Down south and it is new as far as I can tell!

And if we throw the Wales in the convicts can go to…  there as well!

‘Cause i won’t say a naughty word about the English parliament,

They might think I am a convict and chain me to cement,

Just like they did to the convicts they sent many years ago,

Because you refused to take any more, yes, I am back to the start I know.

Once your leaders said enough is enough, and put their foot down firm and hard,

Our country started to grow bit by bit and yard by yard.

The convicts the soldiers and settlers free, cut down the trees to build houses,

They levelled the land, and farmed the ground, and found lots of gold for their purses,

So to all Americans on this day as you celebrate your freedom

think of the Australians down south who might have been your neighbours.

 

So we thank your ancestors and government too, for the stand they took at that time

I wish you a happy 4th of July from this land of mine.

We hold no grudges, we’re pleased as punch, for uncle Sam and you,

For without your help we wouldn’t be here, So we celebrate today too!

But we will use January 26 each year it’s called Australia Day

The day the first fleet landed in a place called Botany Bay

 

Bleggy July 4 2005 

 

 



 











52 Ancestors week 22 So far away



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Well right now this is not about the family tree but something that happened that was so far away


the Flock


While driving cross the Nullarbour and not a bird in sight

When suddenly from no where a flock of birds in flight,

Although we could not see them through our windscreen clean

Ah well it was before those birds from three miles high unseen


For six or seven caught our car with a tremendous plopp

Our kids would think it funny, but we say birds rack off!

Our windscreen is quite greasy the wipers screech and moan

And here we are in a dirty car a thousand miles from home.











52 Ancestors in 52 weeks week 18 close up



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CLOSE UP


I spend a lot of time close up with my computer and I used to teach computer at the local library, I wrote this just for fun.


THE COMPUTER TEACHER


You’ve taken on a computer course with, a teacher of this town!


You made an excellent choice my friend we will not let you down,


When you signed up you bravely took a very tiny step


Toward a future filled with words like bytes and Internet.


Now we teach with oh such fun all things, Oh quite astounding!


But before this course is finished, you will be computer sounding


The words you use will be more like search engine and Icon,


Copy, paste, boot up, on-line, folder and start button


But why use start when we want to close down, and boot up when we need to turn on


It sounds like I’m kicking the box underneath, that the motherboard calls home.


The poor motherboard sounds crowded in with the C. P .U and RAM,


A power supply and graphics card, cables and BIOS ROM.


Is there enough room in that little box for the mother board to keep house


Oh yes I forgot to mention, the ports! for the keyboard and the mouse,


Yes ports! not ports where boats come in and tie up alongside


But nifty little pluggy things for peripherals you’ll find


The speakers, scanner, printer and modem to name a few


Ah yes my friend you’ll understand this! before the course is through.


You will be well versed in computer use and in using the Internet


You’ll find it’s a wonderful way to chat to family interstate


So have lots of fun while you learn all this for you have a good instructor


When this course is done, before you leave,


                                      Sign up, volunteer to help another.


 


Heather  August 17, 2005 ©











52 Ancestors in 52 weeks : Cemetery :week 17



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This week I have decided to share a couple more of my poems written a few years ago but still on subject.




How To Dig Up Your Ancestors

I wanted to find my ancestors so I grabbed a shovel and spade,

Headed down to the cemetery where I thought that they were laid,

I found the place of my rellies so I put the shovel in!

When a voice from above called loud and clear:

“Dig them up and I’ll call the law in”

It sounded like God! so I stopped in my tracks

And replied in a voice meek and mild

“I’m digging up my ancestors, I didn’t think you’d mind”

“Not mind, not mind, of course I do”, the voice boomed out at me,

Then I looked up and saw the voice! …at the cemetery!

He didn’t look like I thought God would

With gardeners overalls on!

And a dirty great big mower

That he could ride upon.


I sort of giggled at myself, he wasn’t God at all,

  The name sewn on his overalls said that he was Andrew Small,

  Small by heck he wasn’t! and as I laughed some more,

  He thought that I was choking, and offered CPR.

  So I told him of my mission, that I would do alone,

  He said  I would do better on the internet at home.


So I gathered my composure, my shovel and my spade,

  And vowed that I would follow the good advice he gave,

  He said now while you’re on the net, type in family tree search dot com,

  For Digging up your ancestors there are helpers there upon!

  So I joined a site and now I dig for my ancestors on line,

  With helpers everywhere about it’s amazing what I find,

  This sort of digging is more fun than digging with a shovel,

  As rellies pop up all around, and what’s more it is legal!

  So if I help you and you help me and we chat, and share advice

  About our strange addiction and the hours we spend on line,

  For no one understands us quite like we need them to,

  For were Digging up our Ancestors, and we go to bed at two.

  So thanks to all those helpers, for helping on the sites,

  We will help dig up your ancestors

            Now did I type that right?

                             Ah but I see you’ve found it!

                                          And will agree I’m right!

                                                    I think it fills a hole in !

                                                                     Yes, pun intended !!

                                                                                                  Good night.




Bleggy   August 5th 2005


Some time later I revised this to protest what was being called Cemetery renewal


Renewal or DESECRATION!


I wanted to find my Grandparents so I grabbed a camera and map


Headed down to the cemetery I was sure of the spot they were at


I found the place they were buried and steadied my camera to go


But lo and behold the head stones were gone in their place was a marker to Joe!


 


So I raced to the cemetery office and asked what had happened to them


I was told it is progress and cemetery renewal they were using the spaces between!


Renewal what rot!!! I cried loudly! What have you done to my kin?


The headstones had broken and were taken away and Joe was interned in-between.


 


In-between my Grandma and Granddad I could not believe my ears!


Renewal! Renewal! more like desecration and after all these years


Together in life just on 60 years and in the grave side by side


But no longer so, between them was Joe! My sadness I could not hide


 


I sat on the ground and I cried and cried, I shed tears of anger and sadness


I wondered if Joe?s relatives knew that he shared with my grandparents!


These old pioneers raised a family large, and the headstone recorded their passing,


I was told they?re still there, underneath Joe, but no one would know without asking!


 


The board took the right to decide of the dead, the important, for consideration!


Are my relative less than those beside, who paid a fee for the duration.


I will bring my grandchildren to visit this place and explain this horrid thing to them


why they can?t see the headstones  or  respect for the dead, !


                          renewal or DESECRATION!!!!


Bleggy   18 November 2005


 


 











52 Ancestors in 52 weeks : Storms



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This is something that may one day be history


At the end of 2016 we were driving across to Victoria from WA and the weather turned very nasty, really nasty we drove straight into a storm the sky suddenly was black, and i was reminded of the story of Chicken Little who ran around calling out the sky is falling, the sky is falling! That is just how it seemed the blackness engulfed the car and we had real trouble even with the headlights on, to see the road.


We decided the safest thing to do was keep driving and hope the storm would wear its self out, when ahead of us we could see some light down very low just like there was a train in a tunnel coming toward us!




It was not a train nor even a truck it was sunlight we had managed to get ahead of the storm, and with relief we drove out the other side, but I looked back and there behind us was a low black cloud, that looked like a cliff covered in black snow, with blue sky above it. I took some photos from our moving car.


 


As it seemed to be following us we didn’t stop until we arrived at the next town, sorry not a town a garage, which had closed early so we along with many others were forced to spend the night just sleeping in the car, very glad we didn’t put the tent up that night, as about midnight the storm caught up to us and caused floods in the middle of the Nullabour, the thunder and lightning rattled and banged and seemed to say to me you got away from me once, but I have caught up with you and you won’t get away this time, as it left a trail of destruction right across southern Australia.


We arrived in Melbourne at the same time as the storm and with visibility down to about a meter we had to navigate our way through tollways we had never travelled on before, with water a foot deep everywhere.


We arrived safely but were not able to use the tent on the way over due to the storm, so we took our time a few weeks later on the return journey, and saw all the tourist places we had wanted to see on the way over.




This poem was written withing the day after we drove through the storm and finished it just after sleeping the night outside the garage.


THE STORM


The weirdest cloud I’ve ever seen sat on the ground tonight

It hung down just feet from the ground an eerie creepy site

Driving underneath a mushroom shape we drove for many a k’

The rain poured down it hung quite low and seemed to move our way

The cloud looked really fluffy but black as black as sin,

But suddenly the cloud was gone, we were driving in the sun!

I turned around and looked behind, and there it was that black

So many Ks across the earth that cloud sat as I looked back.

It didn’t reach up to the sky but stopped above the ground

Like a cliff in black snow draped, shuddering I turned around,

I never saw a cloud like that and hope not to again!

I took some photos of that cliff shaped cloud as proof when we get home.

We met that storm cloud later we had stopped for the night

For at about twelve thirty that storm cloud was in sight

I felt quite sure it knew us and said you cannot flee

I’m in control I’m angry that you drove away from me!

It rumbled clattered banged and shook everything in its path

Left a long trail of destruction right across the earth,

For in its path it filled with rain every ditch and hole

But unknown to it, it did some good, for the animals and soil,

So when something bad is chasing you, just watch out yes you should,

For black clouds have a silver lining their rain does lots of good.