Dave
Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 8:57 pm
We in the West lost a great poet mate in Dave Smith who passed away just before Christmas – I wrote this poem in memory of Dave – Farewell old Mate
DAVE
I met him first some years ago while at a poet’s show
and sensed a kindred spirit then – a bloke I’d like to know.
We had a lot in common; having lived outback before
and Dave like me no doubt would dream, of heading back once more.
Although we’d never met out there, a bond now seemed to grow,
for red dust still flowed through our veins, from all those years ago.
So then began a friendship that continued to this day;
we bush blokes tend to gravitate – I guess it’s fair to say.
His family came first with Dave, you saw that from the start,
his children, and their children too, were kept close to his heart.
Wife Elaine was his greatest love as everybody knew,
she thought the world of Dave as well, and we all loved him too.
His other love was poetry and spinning yarns as well.
you’d see that twinkle in his eye - he loved it, you could tell
I see him still with 'mike' in hand to entertain the crew,
then watch him weave his magic there, as only Dave could do.
For poetry became a passion filling now a void
and through it came new friendships, and a lifestyle he enjoyed.
With Elaine always by his side they made an ideal team,
performing everywhere they went while living now their dream.
Dave had his share of setbacks, that could take some time to mend
and sometimes had to struggle, but he’d beat it in the end.
He wasn’t one to whinge at all - just got on with his life,
he’d rather spend time with his mates, or better still his wife.
For he was keen to keep on going, right up to the end,
just doing what he loved, and knowing, each of us a friend.
Well “Cobber,” he confided once, it all comes down to fate,
Dave always called me Cobber – I was proud to call him mate.
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Terry Piggott
DAVE
I met him first some years ago while at a poet’s show
and sensed a kindred spirit then – a bloke I’d like to know.
We had a lot in common; having lived outback before
and Dave like me no doubt would dream, of heading back once more.
Although we’d never met out there, a bond now seemed to grow,
for red dust still flowed through our veins, from all those years ago.
So then began a friendship that continued to this day;
we bush blokes tend to gravitate – I guess it’s fair to say.
His family came first with Dave, you saw that from the start,
his children, and their children too, were kept close to his heart.
Wife Elaine was his greatest love as everybody knew,
she thought the world of Dave as well, and we all loved him too.
His other love was poetry and spinning yarns as well.
you’d see that twinkle in his eye - he loved it, you could tell
I see him still with 'mike' in hand to entertain the crew,
then watch him weave his magic there, as only Dave could do.
For poetry became a passion filling now a void
and through it came new friendships, and a lifestyle he enjoyed.
With Elaine always by his side they made an ideal team,
performing everywhere they went while living now their dream.
Dave had his share of setbacks, that could take some time to mend
and sometimes had to struggle, but he’d beat it in the end.
He wasn’t one to whinge at all - just got on with his life,
he’d rather spend time with his mates, or better still his wife.
For he was keen to keep on going, right up to the end,
just doing what he loved, and knowing, each of us a friend.
Well “Cobber,” he confided once, it all comes down to fate,
Dave always called me Cobber – I was proud to call him mate.
--------------------
Terry Piggott
