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he's waiting

Post by william williams » Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:38 am

The dictionary it states romance is about love and love is being with someone you won’t to be with
Now if you would indulge me for a few minutes please relax close your eyes and listen very carefully to this story of the quiet deep feelings of love that he had or his wife

He’s Waiting
“It’s me yah see.” “I’m sitting here and I’m 85 years of age with no schooling an I’ve only learnt to read an write me name and do some sums, cause I had to know them things but that was later”. “Years later as a matter of fact after I learnt to be a drover an a rabbit trapper, cause that’s how I made a quid in them days.” That was until I bought this place out here by the river that had a few acres an it was what they called a block in them days”.
“An do you know how big that is, its six hundred an forty acres, an yah know how much that covers, it covers one whole square mile”.
“Struth I thought to myself when I bought this place, I could now buy a cow or two an some sheep of me own, an maybe get married if I was lucky”.
“An I was lucky, an I got a good un”.
“Now she weren’t much to look at, but she was me mate, an she was a good un, an she worked right along side me until she had our three kids, an even then she’d do her bit to help me if she could”.
“Yah see, we soon got some chooks an grew some veggie’s”. “An the missus and me we planted some fruit trees, an grew some orange trees an grape vines, an the extra that we grew we sold in the town, an I caught an sold some fish an trapped some rabbits and sold some milk an cream to”.
“All in all I suppose we made a quid, but I’m telling you, we raised our kids right.” “An they went to school where they learnt to read an write and do their sums, an it was them that taught me an the missus how to read and write an do our sums”.
“They was good kids our kids for there were three of them”. “There’s Sally who was the oldest, then Bob an Mary, an she was the youngest, an the roughest toughest tom boy that ever was.” “But they was good kids and they loved the missus, an they was always helping her an doing things for her, now I come to think about it, they was always doing things for me to”.
“That was until the girls got married and moved away from here.” “Still they often come back home to see us when ever they gets the chance”.
“Except young Bob an he’s now forty five an it ain’t been long since he got married”.
“Just on twelve months ago I think it was, but now yah see, he’s bought the block next door, it’s one with white house on it just so he could be near me an the missus an see that we was alright”.
“Yah know something”. “I still miss the missus even though she passed away six months ago.”
“Now I’ve only got me dog an chooks, but it’s lonely out here”.
“But I told me kids I ain’t moving from here, well, not until they buried me I said”.
“Mind you we had some pretty stiff arguments about it the kids an me but I won in the end, and now here am I once more, sitting at me favourite spot by the river where me and the missus loved to sit in the cool of the evening.”
“Watching the sun go down an waiting for a fish or two to bite.”
“But now! All that’s here, is me and my memories”.


Written by Bill Williams

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Re: he's waiting

Post by r.magnay » Tue Sep 03, 2013 2:56 pm

...dunno Bill, I did like you said, I relaxed and sat here with me eyes shut and listened, but I couldn't hear a bloody thing!....then when I finally opened me eyes, it was bloody dark!.... ;)
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Re: he's waiting

Post by william williams » Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:52 pm

SORRY about that Ross I should have put the audio version on and then told you to watch that,


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Re: he's waiting

Post by r.magnay » Wed Sep 04, 2013 7:43 am

...... :D
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Re: he's waiting

Post by Neville Briggs » Thu Sep 05, 2013 9:27 am

There was an old fella up this way, who was totally lost when his wife died. He had never cooked a meal, used a washng machine ,ironed a shirt or managed household finances.


I thought this might have been about you Bill, then I saw that he was 85, too young to be you :lol:
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Re: he's waiting

Post by william williams » Thu Sep 05, 2013 12:46 pm

Now Mista Neville Plod I watched you do your rounds about town or beat as you called it years ago when I was but a little boy of 6years old. I used to look up at you and admire your standing as a copper but when I saw you reach over the fence and grab that apple and eat it I began to realize you never got into trouble only when you got caught. Now as you say I am 85 gee wizz your memory must be great for an ancient old fella plod like you

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Re: he's waiting

Post by Neville Briggs » Thu Sep 05, 2013 8:41 pm

You were never a little boy of six years old :lol:
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Re: he's waiting

Post by william williams » Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:34 am

See :shock: you did take notice of me Neville :roll: when you did your rounds :lol:

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Re: he's waiting

Post by Neville Briggs » Fri Sep 06, 2013 12:55 pm

Did I fail to kick you up the rear end. Is that why you turned out so bad. :roll: :lol:


I noticed you used the old rabbit trapper in your yarn. My boss back in 1998 was a country bloke from Mudgee who reckoned he couldn't handle too much academic management theory 'cause he was just an old rabbit trapper. When he left, the mob presented him with a gold painted rabbit trap mounted on a plaque. :lol:
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