Bibaringa Station
Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 9:10 pm
When I was a kid I spent the first seven years of my life on Bibaringa Station, a big merino spread between Wallenbeen and Young, where my Dad was a station hand for 10 years, those were the days, no tv or electronic games, just a radio that Mum and Dad would listen to their favorite serial on, I was fifth in line of 8 kids, so times were tough, a station hands wage was pretty meagre, but somehow we managed to scrape by.
Bibaringa Station
My thoughts they often wander back to days when I was small,
on Bibaringa Station, special moments I recall.
My very earliest memories, of lambs and cats and dogs,
riding bikes, the big verandah, climbing trees and catching frogs.
Building cubbies from the cowpats, and tunnels in the grass,
making mudpies, chasing geese off nests,now that was such a laugh.
Our visits to the shearing shed, what fun we had up there,
jumping off the loading ramp, to see who'd win the dare.
The memories of christmas, toys hidden in the shed,
that we would 'accidentally' find, but not a word was said.
We loved to lay beneath the trees, eat nectarines, peaches, plums,
and pick half green tomatoes, if Dad knew he'd kick our bums.
And come the swooping season,the magpies would come out,
'click, click 'we'd hear above us, 'look out' you'd hear us shout.
On sundays we'd go woodcarting, the Buick cranked and choked,
us kids would climb into the back and laugh and sing and joke.
At nightime we would sit around a great big open fire,
and Mum would cook a rabbit stew, of which we'd sometimes tire.
You see life was very simple, not much money was on hand,
but of Bibaringa Station, the memories are grand.
Bibaringa Station
My thoughts they often wander back to days when I was small,
on Bibaringa Station, special moments I recall.
My very earliest memories, of lambs and cats and dogs,
riding bikes, the big verandah, climbing trees and catching frogs.
Building cubbies from the cowpats, and tunnels in the grass,
making mudpies, chasing geese off nests,now that was such a laugh.
Our visits to the shearing shed, what fun we had up there,
jumping off the loading ramp, to see who'd win the dare.
The memories of christmas, toys hidden in the shed,
that we would 'accidentally' find, but not a word was said.
We loved to lay beneath the trees, eat nectarines, peaches, plums,
and pick half green tomatoes, if Dad knew he'd kick our bums.
And come the swooping season,the magpies would come out,
'click, click 'we'd hear above us, 'look out' you'd hear us shout.
On sundays we'd go woodcarting, the Buick cranked and choked,
us kids would climb into the back and laugh and sing and joke.
At nightime we would sit around a great big open fire,
and Mum would cook a rabbit stew, of which we'd sometimes tire.
You see life was very simple, not much money was on hand,
but of Bibaringa Station, the memories are grand.