Cor i took my wife dancing for the afternoon and look what you've all gone and done.
Title - The Camp Fire Billy Boils
The ground was not too hard at least
the rocks were far between.
He made his camp above the creek
and now needed caffeine.
Z.K.
He was an old school bushman type
He'd travelled far and wide
His old ute was his fixed abode
His blue dog sat inside
M.B.
He smelt the tang of cypress smoke
loved it’s astringent smell
and knew that all was right with him
and with his world as well.
MKC
But then his blue dog sat up straight
with telltale twitching jowl.
That cypress tang extinguished by
the dingo's mournful howl.
M.P.
He threw a log on to the fire
and watched it crackle bright,
then turned his back towards the flames
and settled for the night.
H.K.
Times they have gone
And years have gone too
The swaggies now gone
Will the drovers go too
WW
Again blue growls at wild dog howls
that echo through the night.
Then settles by the fire once more
still ready for a fight
TP
There came the sounds of running feet
approaching through the trees –
the air stopped still, the temp’rature
had dropped a few degrees.
JP
A group of jogging line dancers
Dressed in cowboy gear
He asked, expecting answers
"What the hell they doing here?"
NM
"We're jogging, jogging, jogging
'cause our campfire's just gone out;
but keep your distance, we've just had
a meal of sauerkraut!"
MV
The bushman cleared his throat and sniffed
what was once pure, clean air.
He grabbed his swag, said, "Come on Blue,
we must get out of there".
SH
He packed his gear, kicked the fire out
And went back to the house
Hey Mum will you tell them off
They’re taking the Mickey out of me
DS
TTFN
