some people

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on December 7, 2011

some people come into our lives and quickly go,

like waves briefly touching the shore, some people stay for a while, and give us a deeper understanding of what is truly inportant in this live                                THEY TOUCH OUR SOULS                                                                          we gain strength from the footprints they have left in our hearts.                        

 

          and we will never  ever be the same.

Our Brother

Shared by Anne Flanagan on September 28, 2011

He was our brother

He was a mate

He was a dad who was so ever great

He loved his Fords

He adored his Harley's

He was an Uncle he was a Son

He would act a clown

He would be a Hero

There would not be a person who would rate Pete a zero

He was a ten the best you can get

Rest in Peace or Brother

You will not be forgotten

We love you and we will miss you

Less we forget

Poem by Geof

Shared by Anne Flanagan on September 12, 2011

Here is a picture of Pete, Bobby and mum out at Portland,

Two days from Bathurst races 1999

In which his car hauled ass, nearly finished the race

except for a small leak,

Shared by Anne Flanagan on September 12, 2011

 

PETER

He came up from round Katoomba way,

this bloke called Peter Wright

A hard young man with two good hands, and boy,

could this bloke fight

The cops they liked to hound him,

the girls fell at his feet

His cars he loved to race them,

and boy, was he hard to beat 

His friends are spread so far and wide,

you cannot count them all

They’d never known a man so staunch,

to stand so proud and tall

A modern day Ned Kelly, is how Peter loves to live

But if his mates were down and out,

anything Pete had, he would give

 A man who stood fast by his morals,

and always stood fast by his pride

He always stood fast by his family,

and took any problems in his stride

A man not known to shy away,

from things put in his path

Pete would just keep smashing through them,

and then sit back and laugh 

Try to put Pete in a Holden,

and see how far you get

He is a man who loves his fords,

without one ounce of ill regret

We know how much he loves his kids,

for them, his heart tripled in size

Kelly, Pete & Shane,

you are the apples of his eyes 

We don’t know how to say goodbye,

and we don’t think that we can

So we’ll just say catch you later

and we miss and love you man.

KEEP EM ON THEIR TOES BROTHER!

All our love, Annie, Neil, Josh, Jake & Meags

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

DANNYS UTE IN PIC MISSY, DANNY, JED, MARK, PETE, BLAIR

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

GOANNA RACING TEAM

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

gogart track petes GT

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

family photo

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

pete and danny

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

kiara last of his pups

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

petes bike

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

spermy and pete

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

this photo was taken at lithgow in 2000 , one day after pete got out of hospital.

he had his brain op !

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

mark peters with uncle pete

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

1;st such is life run 2010

Shared by DEBBI WRIGHT on September 12, 2011

PETES 40TH bert and pete

Poem Pete Wrote

Shared by Anne Flanagan on September 12, 2011

This is a poem that my mum found in Pete's wallet tucked away, it is a very moving verse which he wrote, on one of his treks, so take a look and see what you think, I reckon he was pretty talented and a great man at that.

 

You Gotta Have a Mate

 

Mates, I've travelled down some dusty roads.

 

Both crooked tracks and straight, and I've learnt

Life's noblest creed.

 

Summed up in one word,

 

"Mate"

I'm thinking back across the years, a thing I do

of late, and these words stick between me ears,

"You gotta have a mate"

 

Someone who'll take you as you are, regardless

of your state and stand at Ayres Rock, because

he is your mate.

 

Me mind goes back to 43, to slavery and hate,

when mans one chance to stay alive depended

on his mate.

 

With bamboo for a billy can and bamboo for a

plate, a bamboo paradise for bugs was a bed for

me and mate.

 

You'd slip and slither through the mud, and

curse your rotten fate, but then you'd hear a

Quiet word, "Don't drop your bundle mate!"

 

And through it's all so long ago this truth I have

to state, a man don't know what lonely means till

he as lost his mate.

 

If there's a life that follows this, if there's a

golden gate.

 

The welcome that i want to hear is just, "Good

on ya mate".

 

And so to all who asks us why we keep these

special dates, like ANZAC day I tell em why,

"Where thinking of our mates".

 

And when I've left the driver's seat and handed

in my plates, I'll tell o'l Peter at the door, "I've

come to join me mates"

By Pete

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