Too many people look for beauty in perfection but fail to see the beauty in imperfection. Take this rose for example, it obviously has had better days but you can’t deny it’s inherent beauty. The same could also apply to humans as people can make too much of the external appearance and completely discount the internal beauty of a person.

How beautiful is the rose
How delicate the petals
As fragrant to the nose
Causing the bees to settle

Like gossamer wings
Clear as drops from the sky
A long time gift from Kings
Causing many a love to sigh

A gift from our God above
To his creation below
To show how he did love
And so that we would know

As delicate as the petal may be
As translucent in the light
A gift so that those can see
That love still shines bright

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For anyone planning to spend some time in Adelaide I suggest you take the time to visit The Whispering Wall, which is a great little stopover when visiting the Barossa Valley our premier wine region.

Work on the dam commenced in 1899 and was completed in 1903. The design was so new it even made the Yanks sit up and take notice. At a height of 36 meters and length of 144 meters it was remarkable for the time, but although the wall offers great views of the Barossa Reservoir and surrounding area that is not what makes it one of the most visited attraction in South Australia.

The thing that makes the Whispering Wall so popular is its unique acoustic effects that allow you to whisper at one end, and have your friend hear your whisper 144 meters away. If you were to continue the dam it would form a perfect circle and it’s the perfect curve of the dam wall that bounces the sound waves, along the wall.

The Whispering Wall
Stands strong and firm
For many years its waters held
Many a word it has heard

A lover’s promise
A villain’s curse
A child’s laughter
A bully’s boast

Yet careful you must be
What one end says
The other end hears
No secret does it hold dear

Follow this link if you would like to learn more about the Whispering Wall.

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If you were to walk through Rundle Mall, don’t be surprised if you were to come across four very life like bronze pigs. Marguerite Derricourt, their sculptor did a remarkable job and they have become quite an attraction for our visitors.

There is Oliver who is forever foraging for food.

Then there is Horatio, the sitting pig in the background that is begging for food.

Augusta is forever giving the kids rides.

And of course let’s not forget Truffles who is always just standing around like a typical council worker. Damn me if I didn’t forget to snap a shot of him. Or could it be because he flew the coup, but then pigs don’t fly do they?

There was a time in days gone by
When men were men and pigs didn’t fly
Now many women profess to say
These days are gone and men must pay

For all the times they raised the ceiling
That left the women’s senses reeling
For every time he forgot to open the door
And for the times she was left wanting more

For every occasion he left the toilet seat up
Because he never learnt to wash his own cup
The fact that the poor soul did confess
When asked, “Does my butt look big in this dress?”

For every anniversary he did forget
And every time he got her upset
Like when Valentines Day did not come
Because he was at the pub with his chum

So I am warning all you men out there
If you know one you better say a prayer
Because women have had it up to here
And all we will be left with is our beer

But shit, that’s cool because beer’s real good
And maybe the problem women never understood
Is that men are men until they die
And pigs will never learn to fly.

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