David Delaney's Writings
Sonnet no.3 Snowy Mountain Blood He views the brumbies fleeing down the hill while now he's chasing, closing at great pace. And knowing that one slip out here could kill, he can't afford a tumble or lose face. The cracking stockwhip sounded as he cheered it echoed through the valley far below. These Queensland mountains many...
I am a former Brisbane boy but now currently live and work in Cairns with my very patient, and darling wife, I sometimes wonder where I get the time to write but always seem to manage to pen something, also I am a member Tropical writers group Cairns, ...