BILLY TEA AND DAMPER
Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 1:44 pm
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
When you’re out working in the bush, working hard as you must,
pulling scrub with a dozer in the heat and dirt and dust.
When the water bag is warm and the day is hot and dry,
thoughts of Billy tea and damper puts a sparkle in your eye.
A cold beer would be better but it’s early in the day
and you’re feeling parched already, in your throat dust turns to clay.
You can’t imagine anything to better hit the spot,
than a slice of fresh cooked damper and tea in a pint pot.
You stoked the fire this morning and there’s now a bed of coals.
The Billy won’t take long to boil, hanging beneath crossed poles.
The dampers ready to go in those coals that spit and hiss.
When cooked, slather the Syrup on...Who eats better than this?
Before you know it, city folks spend fifteen bucks a day
on five dollar cappuccinos, creamy chai teas and lattes.
Out here in the country you can fill a mug right up
and it sure beats a teabag in a polystyrene cup.
Folks here drink their tea straight black, in pint mugs with no froth.
Spread damper with fresh butter, with sweet syrup dripping off.
You’ll not find better tucker from restaurant or chicken fryer,
than Billy tea and damper made upon an open fire.
When you’re out working in the bush, working hard as you must,
pulling scrub with a dozer in the heat and dirt and dust.
When the water bag is warm and the day is hot and dry,
thoughts of Billy tea and damper puts a sparkle in your eye.
A cold beer would be better but it’s early in the day
and you’re feeling parched already, in your throat dust turns to clay.
You can’t imagine anything to better hit the spot,
than a slice of fresh cooked damper and tea in a pint pot.
You stoked the fire this morning and there’s now a bed of coals.
The Billy won’t take long to boil, hanging beneath crossed poles.
The dampers ready to go in those coals that spit and hiss.
When cooked, slather the Syrup on...Who eats better than this?
Before you know it, city folks spend fifteen bucks a day
on five dollar cappuccinos, creamy chai teas and lattes.
Out here in the country you can fill a mug right up
and it sure beats a teabag in a polystyrene cup.
Folks here drink their tea straight black, in pint mugs with no froth.
Spread damper with fresh butter, with sweet syrup dripping off.
You’ll not find better tucker from restaurant or chicken fryer,
than Billy tea and damper made upon an open fire.