ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

We'll be right mates - our poems will be like a mob of scrub cattle - you might loose a few at the first muster but you get them the second time around. We'll have them rounded up and in the stockyards before we know it.





We'll all be






"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
“For seems the poems that we wrote
have disappeared and gone.”

They stood and reminisced all night
about poems of the drought,
and poems that they'd written –
until the lights went out.


"It's dry, all right," said young Emo,
With which astute remark -
Manfred came back with “she'll be right
we're making a new start.

They're singin' out for poems," he said,
"And all the tanks are dry."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"If poetry don't fly."

A heavy silence seemed to steal
o'er all at this remark;
then like the poets that they were
they wrote into the dark.

“We won't be rooned” said Hanrahan
“we are poing already
and many hands will make light work
go easy mates – go steady. “




Maureen Clifford 11/10

Aaah Maureen! I was lying in bed last night thinking of writing a poem along the same lines but you have done it so well and combined it with one of my favourite poems. Bloody fantastic mate! (Four!)

Heather

Pssst. It's now November! 11/10

G/day Maureen,
Great little poem, you're the life and soul of the place as usual, goodonya.

Terry

"We'll all be rooned" said Hanrahan.
"What are we gonna do?
It's not about the poetry
that's vanished from our view!"

"They've lost our lively arguments;
the banter too and fro.
We'll all be rooned, I'm telling you,
if friendly chat don't flow!!"