Where To Now
Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2015 11:18 pm
Where To Now?
And where to now I wondered as the faint track petered out,
old Bill’s mud maps were always vague; of that there was no doubt.
His greasy thumbprints covered half the paper on my lap,
where feeble looking lines were meant to represent a map.
I should have known the old bloke would bamboozle me again,
he’d started of by waving arms while trying to explain.
Then came this bright idea of another track to take;
a shortcut through to Bindah; “past that old mine in the lake”
I should have gone the way I knew; the way I went before,
I would have got there quicker, and of that you can be sure.
Now if I could have snuck away I might have done just that,
but would have felt quite guilty when I dropped in for a chat.
I studied his old map again, still totally confused,
but had to smile when thinking of the language that he used.
Now Bill could swear a treat, he was a master of the art,
his words just flowed like poetry, when once he got a start.
He hated politicians; damned them to a fiery fate,
you just sat back and listened when old Bill was in full spate,
I gave up on his map and looked to turn the ute around,
another rotten shortcut that has never yet been found.
19/6/2009 T.E. Piggott
And where to now I wondered as the faint track petered out,
old Bill’s mud maps were always vague; of that there was no doubt.
His greasy thumbprints covered half the paper on my lap,
where feeble looking lines were meant to represent a map.
I should have known the old bloke would bamboozle me again,
he’d started of by waving arms while trying to explain.
Then came this bright idea of another track to take;
a shortcut through to Bindah; “past that old mine in the lake”
I should have gone the way I knew; the way I went before,
I would have got there quicker, and of that you can be sure.
Now if I could have snuck away I might have done just that,
but would have felt quite guilty when I dropped in for a chat.
I studied his old map again, still totally confused,
but had to smile when thinking of the language that he used.
Now Bill could swear a treat, he was a master of the art,
his words just flowed like poetry, when once he got a start.
He hated politicians; damned them to a fiery fate,
you just sat back and listened when old Bill was in full spate,
I gave up on his map and looked to turn the ute around,
another rotten shortcut that has never yet been found.
19/6/2009 T.E. Piggott