frank
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:12 am
Now this fella won his share of prizes around the traps and quite a few were very prestigious
JOE Well that’s what he prefers to be called but I’ve met to many a swaggie over the years called Joe and he ain’t like any of them so I’ll call him by his right name FRANK DANIEL
When I first met him he was at ELMHURST on the outskirts of Bungendore cause he was the MC at the walk up breakfast their. Now that was the year of 199? and what struck me most was those words he said
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Now listen here young fella (just remember half the lies I tell yah, are the truth!) What! and him being a year younger than me)
Now Frank being a good little Catholic boy wrote poems and yarns about all sorts of things and his Irish mother kept a keen eye on him and knowing Frank, that was a very hard thing to do where ever Frank went, Now these are but some that he wrote and recorded
The Irish left in mother
A candle in the dark
Chuckin Rocks
Aunt Marta
I’m the man
Hunt with the hounds
An outback tale
The new priest
Rusty rails
But don’t forget, Frank also had a serious side of him as well as humor
Cobb’n’Co
Done cartin’
The Spirit of Elmslea
The Spirit of Australia
Faraway Dreaming
Moola Mountain Sunrise
The Whips Have long Ceased Cracking
Saddle The Grey
There are many more poems and Yarns that Frank has written and recorded and these are but a few and it all started in Stuart Town in 1993 when he told the tale of the Flea and went on to become a foundation member of ABPA where he held various positions including Editor for many years.
He is now in very very poor health so how about us all wishing him well
Just remember Frank Daniel your Poem POETS NEVER SAY GOODBYE
And to you Frank there will always be CANOWINDRA CALLING her adopted son
JOE Well that’s what he prefers to be called but I’ve met to many a swaggie over the years called Joe and he ain’t like any of them so I’ll call him by his right name FRANK DANIEL
When I first met him he was at ELMHURST on the outskirts of Bungendore cause he was the MC at the walk up breakfast their. Now that was the year of 199? and what struck me most was those words he said
.
Now listen here young fella (just remember half the lies I tell yah, are the truth!) What! and him being a year younger than me)
Now Frank being a good little Catholic boy wrote poems and yarns about all sorts of things and his Irish mother kept a keen eye on him and knowing Frank, that was a very hard thing to do where ever Frank went, Now these are but some that he wrote and recorded
The Irish left in mother
A candle in the dark
Chuckin Rocks
Aunt Marta
I’m the man
Hunt with the hounds
An outback tale
The new priest
Rusty rails
But don’t forget, Frank also had a serious side of him as well as humor
Cobb’n’Co
Done cartin’
The Spirit of Elmslea
The Spirit of Australia
Faraway Dreaming
Moola Mountain Sunrise
The Whips Have long Ceased Cracking
Saddle The Grey
There are many more poems and Yarns that Frank has written and recorded and these are but a few and it all started in Stuart Town in 1993 when he told the tale of the Flea and went on to become a foundation member of ABPA where he held various positions including Editor for many years.
He is now in very very poor health so how about us all wishing him well
Just remember Frank Daniel your Poem POETS NEVER SAY GOODBYE
And to you Frank there will always be CANOWINDRA CALLING her adopted son