The Lie We Live


Posted by on March 4, 2017 in Uncategorized


Mike Furber—A Mate

Welcome To Aussie Emus World

This is a story I wrote many years ago which a few of my long time followers might recall, I would like to re-post it again as the story belongs in our music history and as such must be remembered. I have taken the liberty of adding the Wikipedia story on Mike, some aspects I disagree from first hand experience. Take time to view this old video taken of Mike performing back in England in the days of the emerging new era of pop songs, the Beatles days and others.

This is a story of a mate I once had, back in the days of long ago now.I first met Mike Furber when I was posted as a Medical instructor at the School of Army Health Healesville upon my return from Vietnam in 1970. Mike came to the school around late 72 early 73.This is his story.

Mike was born…

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Posted by on February 18, 2017 in Uncategorized


One Pair of Hands


Posted by on January 7, 2017 in Uncategorized


Cameron’s Graduation—-A Small Step in Life

Greetings my Friends

For those who have followed my Aussie Ian and Aussie Emu site over the years, you will see that I refrain from posting blogs that are either political or personal. Behind the scenes I am rather vocal on the political scene in Australia, with numerous articles and letters making various media outlets.

In my personal life I find enjoyment in following the progress in life of my beautiful grandchildren, seven here in Australia with another on the way, and two beautiful grandchildren in Chile South America, they all have one thing in common apart from one, they are all under 4 years of age, so you can imagine Christmases and Birthdays are a hectic time.

I would like to share with you this picture of my handsome grandson Cameron, Cameron graduated from his first year in kindergarten a week ago, it was a proud moment to see him participate on his special milestone day.

Kind regards and Best wishes to you all for a Beautiful Christmas.

Aussie Emu aka Aussie Ian


Posted by on December 17, 2016 in Uncategorized


Through the Eyes of Innocence

Put My Boots

On Little Feet

Walk With Me

My Little Mate

Look Through Eyes

Of Innocence

And See What I Can See

See The Birds Up In The Sky

See The Landscape Opening Wide

Feel The Breath

Of Morns Early Kiss

Upon Your Cheeks

Walk With Me

Through Gully’s Deep

See The Ferns

In Gods Own Garden

Feel The Morns Dew

On Your Lips

Smell Dawns Rise

And Watch Nature Unfold

In A Panorama Of Sunrise

This Is The Land

Of Your Birth

This Is Our Land

This Is Our Earth

Walk Forward Little Boots

Walk Forward Little Mate

The World Is Open

And Belongs To You

From Your Lands

You Were Born

And On Your Lands

You Will Leave Your Name

Walk With Me Little Boots

And See Through Ancient Eyes

We Are Old

Yet We Are Young

Hold Onto Your Innocence

And Grow Into The Spirit

Of Our Land

Walk With Me Little Mate

Walk With Me Little Boots

Beneath Our Southern Cross

Hear The Currawong

The Kookaburra

With Her Laugh

And Never Fear

The Mournful Plaintiff Cry

Of The Lonely Dingo

Sleep Upon The Red Earth Soil

Beneath A Starry Sky

Illuminated By Gods Light

Our One And Only

Southern Cross

Sleep Upon Your Lands

From Whence You Came

For She Is Your Mother

Your Birthright To Proclaim


Posted by on December 17, 2016 in Uncategorized


A Passing Glance



I share this picture of a small Cactus that I have nurtured for a number of years now, once a year she flowers and displays her beauty, but for a fleeting moment in time, one day to be exact, and she withdraws back into her world of hibernation for another year.


Posted by on November 16, 2016 in Uncategorized


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A Castle of Ice

My Daughter Built Her Castle out of Ice

My Granddaughter was sitting on my knee, busily drawing in her colouring in book.
What are you drawing Beckie I asked, in a quiet voice?
I am drawing a castle and Mummy is the Queen of the castle she replied.
I looked across to the hospital bed; yes my Daughter was a Queen.
I didn’t see the hollow eyes, the shrunken cheeks, or the many sores that covered her face.
I saw a beautiful baby girl that once I held in my arms, a little girl so full of innocence.
Three years later, I held my Grand Daughters hand as we stood beside the Graveside.
Granddad Beckie asked is Mummy still a Queen, and does she have a castle.
Yes Beckie I replied, as I looked into the eyes of an innocent young child.
Your Mummy will always be a Queen, and now she has a castle in Gods Heaven.
We walked away from the graveside, I held my Granddaughters hand.
Why did Mummy have to die Granddad Beckie asked?
I knelt down on one knee, and took her little hands in mine.
Your Mummy chose her time to go Beckie, your Mummy was a Queen and built her castle in her dreams.
Your Mummy built her castle, but Mummy’s castle was built of Ice.
Is Mummy still a Queen Granddad?
Yes Beckie, she is and always will be.
We walked away hand in hand, I let the tears fall.
My Queen, my beautiful Daughter, had built her castle out of Ice.


I wrote this story a few years back, as a form of highlighting the drug Ice that was becoming a scourge on our beautiful city.
Written originally with the idea of being made into a Television commercial.


Posted by on November 7, 2016 in Uncategorized

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