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Thylazine: The Australian Journal of Arts, Ethics & Literature                                                                                                                                #10/thyla10k-sg AUSTRALIAN POETS SERIES 10 The Poetry of Sam Green Selected by Coral Hull [Above] Photo of Sam Green by photographer unknown, 2004. I FEAR NOT I IN TIME WE DANCE I FREE FUNDING I IF I TRY, TRY AS I MAY I IF ONE BE BY THE SECOND I WHERE DOVES FLY I FEAR NOT Fear not what is said Without your ears to hear? Say what's yours without dread But keep silent what you must Hearts of love pass through the night Every flower is given seeds of time Whether they germinate Or free fall to the ground If, I count my blessings I count you by my side If, I would count my losses The loss it would be, as I would hide For we find within ourselves, a balance As if the planet were too, around the sun And everything was ours, to touch As in a painting on a wall, behind glass As this if a distant waterfall As if in the crows nest, upon the trees And say what is in, on my thoughts where It be, be well, pray tell, be well IN TIME WE DANCE In time we dance the dance of life In time we build our world and dreams In time we will touch the clearing sky And look at what we have sow To catch the rain forest intact To keep clear the seas so fish may swim To grow the lands for all to eat Wishing for peaceful river streams As wishes may once come true As mountain birds could fly As sights of distant open fields No teardrop would I cry? Love of life, which is here in view Of memory that we would wish In heart felt open, from me to you I give this poem too, to share, take care FREE FUNDING I need funding for a project I need, so I work I need love, for my garden I need, so I flower my land I need harmony, for my soul I need, so I play and sing Join me, make this world A beautiful thing Because you are in it IF I TRY, TRY AS I MAY If I try, try as I may If I die, in death I may If I live, that I wish If I love, I love in hope If I cry, there must be a reason If I slip, there must be a reason If I wish, I can try Try as I may For all in all, each has its season For all in all, men grow to understand To understand what they might And still the world turns I can, laugh at the clouds of confusion I see, rain of hope If we carry our hopes, forward There is light for all to see In hope there is no madness Madness grows from darkness As darkness for those that are blind To see what can be Try my friend, try my friend In balance and freedom try IF ONE BE BY THE SECOND If one be by the second time moves as a rolling brook to think of how it is and how it was I was young too As chickens in the cow patch As weeds in the time zone of now we have just to think of setting suns behind clouds of hope and build from where we stand war and peace there are many books the hope is to learn and teach from what has come before rockets fly to the moon and beyond in this corner stone of the world the future is in our hands empty is the worker who does not work empty is the heart with food grow as farmers each and everything in season time moves as a rolling brook if one be by the second WHERE DOVES FLY Life is a product of what we eat, drink and sleep What we hear and what we read What we know and think we know If only everyone could sing out and be heard If only each voice was that of doves in mid flight Like everyone I am searching For light at the end of the tunnel I have written much, My music and words have echoed the walls of rhythm, But I can't fill the ocean of my time Will this planet, ever be, in peace and harmony And running hot and cold water in every house Oh the pain, oh the pain Beam me up Scotty Not again About the Poet Sam Green Sam Green first started writing as a child, where he was truly inspired by the "skits" the scouts use to sing around the campfires. 'At school I was dyslexic. Things I wrote didn't make much sense, and I was always being told off by the teachers for using incorrect grammar,' Sam recalls. 'Then one teacher corrected my spelling and took the trouble to correct the way I wrote certain letters of the alphabet. He liked what I had written and wanted to pin it up on his wall. I was 12 at the time, it was the first time I had ever been praised for my work. 'Because songwriting does not rely a great deal on grammar, more from a creative side, this craft has give Sam a new scope to his life.' Sam Green writes from the heart and soul, his true experiences of life. "I was involved in a motorbike accident in the early 80s. I was lying there in the hospital and the doctors wanted to amputate my leg. I said then, whatever happens, it's in the hands of the Lord. I was operated on, the leg was saved and in plaster for eight months. During this time in the hospital bed, I had the time to think about life and the universe."    [Above] Photo of Sam Green by photographer unknown, 2004. I Next I Back I Exit I Thylazine No.10 (September, 2004)