November 2007. Finally we've unpacked the last box and feel a little bit settled. We now have Queensland licences and number plates and feel a little bit Queenslandish. The picture below shows a little of our main street, ten minutes walk from home. The trees are called leopard trees and are somewhat famous.

I said I'd show you the inside of the house. Here's a typical bit (below)...

And here's the view from the kitchen window (below)...

Pa Clifford and Lynette came to stay a night. Clifford thought it a good property.

A Poem

I wrote a little poem about Childers and submitted it to Childers Chitchat, a little community magazine...

The Farmer's Toil

By Ron Graham

The rolling hills of Childers spread
Beneath the Queensland sky.
Their patchwork fields and verdant slopes
Reflect the farmer's toil and hopes,
And please the tourist's eye.

The blood red soil of Childers yields,
As seasons roll on round,
Its sugar cane and maca nuts
--While memories of Kanaker huts
Still whisper from the ground.

Now long loud trams through Childers haul
Cut cane from vale and hill,
And shunting where the chimney smokes,
Disgorge their load for busy blokes
Who work at Isis mill.

Finally, we have a variety of visitors. This one (below) exceeded a hand's span in length. He said he came from the planet Bughaven. Surprisingly, he (or she?) did not say, "Take me to your leader!"

Well that's my ramble for another month, except to let you know that we have a Post Office box now, which you can use if you don't have our street address:

P.O. Box 897
Childers Qld 4660
Australia

'Bye for now and God bless...

Ron.

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