ABUSHMANS MEMORIES OF CAMPING ON THE TRACK
Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:59 pm
A BUSHMAN'S MEMORIES OF CAMPING ON THE TRACK ©
Quiet is the morning before the sky begins to lighten and heavy on the ground is dew, for the air is rather cold while a mo-poke say's his last
goodbye as his eyelids slowly begin to tighten and an old man stamps his feet, to stop his toes from freezing then shuffles though the frosty
grass with morning chores to do, as he, stirs the fire into life to boil the billy for he is camping and so he squats by the fire feeling that cheery
warmth, while he watches the stars slowly disappear, before the morning light and that billy it‘s now boiling and there's tea leaves coming forth now needed to make a welcome brew, as he greets the coming day.
He’ll Listen to kookaburras laughing, and the magpies chortling too, and he’ll hear those parrot chattering as they make a happy sound,
now welcoming in the day as he peacefully sits and quietly thinks of those many memories of those years when camping on the track.
Bill Williams ©
Quiet is the morning before the sky begins to lighten and heavy on the ground is dew, for the air is rather cold while a mo-poke say's his last
goodbye as his eyelids slowly begin to tighten and an old man stamps his feet, to stop his toes from freezing then shuffles though the frosty
grass with morning chores to do, as he, stirs the fire into life to boil the billy for he is camping and so he squats by the fire feeling that cheery
warmth, while he watches the stars slowly disappear, before the morning light and that billy it‘s now boiling and there's tea leaves coming forth now needed to make a welcome brew, as he greets the coming day.
He’ll Listen to kookaburras laughing, and the magpies chortling too, and he’ll hear those parrot chattering as they make a happy sound,
now welcoming in the day as he peacefully sits and quietly thinks of those many memories of those years when camping on the track.
Bill Williams ©