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These poems have been written from the experiences of life, love, faith, and joy of Bernie Gleeson. He has lived his entire life in Australia, and this is evident in all of his poetry. These poems will appeal to both children and adults alike.

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These poems have been written from the experiences of life, love, faith, and joy of Bernie Gleeson. He has lived his entire life in Australia, and this is evident in all of his poetry. These poems will appeal to both children and adults alike.

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Autorenporträt
I have been a writer of poetry, it seems, for most of my life. My early attempts were of love and romance, but as I grew older, the tone of my poetry changed. The more I age, my desire to write poetry only increases. I also find that I am and have been emotionally affected by dramas of sadness and cruelty played on the screen, tears coming to my eyes as I watch, but I find no shame in this. I hope my poetry is seen as worthwhile. I feel that I may have added to the pleasure of those who read poetry. When I was fourteen years of age, I left school, as was common in those days. The only work was in the bush, ring barking trees and fencing, trying to match it with men twice my age. I was seventeen when I found employment at an underground coalmine. After many years in the mines, my eyes became affected by the dim lights we wore on our heads. I was fortunate to be given work around the many boilers that powered generators and other steam engines at the mine. When I was just a boy, I followed the road through the mine that led to school. I used to stand in awe watching the winding engine hauling coal from underground, perhaps eight hundred feet below. I wasn't to know that one day would see me driving the same engine. I was just so proud to be in the company of such men. As I write this, I am almost ninety-eight years old. I hope that these poems of mine bring joy to every reader.