Failte, Reader. Welcome back if you're a regular.
I'm feeling quite pleased as punch today. I've just found out that my podcast, Connected Communication, has got through to the next phase of the Hubhopper Awards 2024. It's in the "Storytelling Fiction" Category. I've no idea what that means really, but wouldn't it be lovely to have it recognised in the Top 3. It's a votes based award though, and I'm not sure what the listenership is for my fellow nominees, but you can help increase my potential to be listed by voting. I'd be awfully grateful if you did, and I've got a wee competition to enter you into to say thanks for voting.
Here's what to do:
- Go to THIS LINK before October 22nd.
- Scroll down to the category in the image below and click.
- Enter your name.
- Say "Yes" or "No."
- Select Connected Communication from the list.
- Click: Vote Now.
- Share the voting link with friends, on your social media, in groups - wherever you feel comfortable doing so.
- https://community.hubhopper.com/vote-for-your-favorite-podcast
- Email a screenshot of your vote to CHRISTINE
You'll be entered into a draw to win 6 months' access to the Connected Communication Resource
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This week, I'm going to share another poem from the Australian Outback with you. It's one I love because it so reminds me of the incredible nature that surrounded me while living there. Enjoy.
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An Autumn Afternoon on a Veranda in the Queensland Outback
With naked eye I look upon
a land stretched endlessly.
Screeching hawks swoop and pounce on prey,
striking at perfect degree.
The chipper of a wagtail
warns grasshopper in midair
to settle on a blade of grass
or risk being and shared amongst a pair.
Leaves rustle in an autumn wind,
sunbeams scorch the earth,
and all the while the air is dense
with winged creatures filled with mirth.
On the ground, silently, a brown snake undulates,
slithers through the bush, sniffing prey with fork,
turning swiftly towards a taste.
Menace in its reptile eyes, venom in its fangs,
it straightens, strikes and sends with force
through its victim a lethal pang.
The still of evening creeps in on a breeze
while creatures of night awake.
Branches creek still losing leaves
as sunset stains an awning cloudbreak.
Almost undefeatable a cocky cane toad crosses the lawn
ignorant to the large crow's eye following its crawl.
In one quick flash, she flies and flips the cane toad on its back
rendering him destructible, one sharp peck and all goes black.
The pool of life is teeming here, a perpetual revolve.
The spirit of The Bush so visibly clear
with awe makes my heart throb.
Every day is different, yet each day is the same
as members of kingdoms flit, slide and soar around
the board of the Outback life game.
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