Fifty Miles from Minderoo
Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2023 3:19 pm
Fifty Miles from Minderoo
This poem / Song?
Was written thinking of those hardy girls who are sometimes found working on the lonely outback stations – Perhaps trying to forget a lost love?
Not me though, I was just an observer. – note syllable counts do vary!
Fifty Miles from Minderoo
As the bright lights lose their sparkle and of city life you tire,
can you hear the outback calling, Billy, do you miss your old campfire?
Do you dream of shady trees and freedom and the life that you once knew,
down that lonely track of memories, just fifty miles from Minderoo.
Do you think of me my darling as the girl that you once knew,
in a near forgotten romance with a station Jillaroo.
Oh, I knew you were a loner, with a thousand things to do
and the steady life unlikely, for a restless bloke like you.
But there was a spark between us, and I know you felt it too,
when that something special touched us here, that night near Minderoo.
Yet you seemed to change there-after though you still would smile at me,
but you seemed a little wary now as everyone could see.
When you left to see the city, you had promised you’d be back,
yet I sensed this was goodbye love as you headed down the track.
Could you feel the trap was closing, Billy, with your freedom now at stake,
still I wish you well my darling, even though my heart may ache.
Oh the years have crept by slowly and there seems no end in sight,
as I dream about the past my love, and of an outback summers night.
If you change your mind my darling, I’ll be waiting here for you,
where the Mulga trees are swaying, fifty miles from Minderoo.
© T. E. Piggott
Perhaps I should write a Chorus and make a real song out of it?
This poem / Song?
Was written thinking of those hardy girls who are sometimes found working on the lonely outback stations – Perhaps trying to forget a lost love?
Not me though, I was just an observer. – note syllable counts do vary!
Fifty Miles from Minderoo
As the bright lights lose their sparkle and of city life you tire,
can you hear the outback calling, Billy, do you miss your old campfire?
Do you dream of shady trees and freedom and the life that you once knew,
down that lonely track of memories, just fifty miles from Minderoo.
Do you think of me my darling as the girl that you once knew,
in a near forgotten romance with a station Jillaroo.
Oh, I knew you were a loner, with a thousand things to do
and the steady life unlikely, for a restless bloke like you.
But there was a spark between us, and I know you felt it too,
when that something special touched us here, that night near Minderoo.
Yet you seemed to change there-after though you still would smile at me,
but you seemed a little wary now as everyone could see.
When you left to see the city, you had promised you’d be back,
yet I sensed this was goodbye love as you headed down the track.
Could you feel the trap was closing, Billy, with your freedom now at stake,
still I wish you well my darling, even though my heart may ache.
Oh the years have crept by slowly and there seems no end in sight,
as I dream about the past my love, and of an outback summers night.
If you change your mind my darling, I’ll be waiting here for you,
where the Mulga trees are swaying, fifty miles from Minderoo.
© T. E. Piggott
Perhaps I should write a Chorus and make a real song out of it?