`Don't Feel Sorry For Me'
DON’T FEEL SORRY FOR ME!I was reciting a bit of poetry from under the shade of a tree,When a woman asked me name, then said she felt sorry for me.It seems to me she had the bull by the horns instead of...
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I recited this poem at the markets in Jurien one day and a woman came up to me and said she felt sorry for me :) so when I got home I wrote a poem called `Don't Feel Sorry for Me`If this poem upsets...
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OUR FLAG-(Rewrite)I saw on the news one Australia Day, some bloke burn our flag,I tell you when he spit upon it; I just about lost me rag.Our flag is something that once would cause the whole country...
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Political Correctness Gone MadThis Political Correctness crap, well I think most Aussies have had enough,Of the things that are really important the PC brigade couldn’t give a stuff.They...
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The Battle of Long Tan The Battle of Long TanFifty years ago in a rubber plantation in the Asian country of Vietnam,D company of the 6th RAR were forced to take a stand.Engaged by small arms...
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Save Our SonsThe front page headline of The Sunday Times newspaper August 14th 2016 screamed at us with the headline `Save Our Sons` it contained some frightening figures of service people that were...
View ArticleA Celebrity in Prison sic `Rolf`
A Celebrity in JailI wonder how it is for a celebrity in jail, for Rolf was popular once,Now he’s doing time in an English prison, guilty of being a nonce.Most of us thought him talented and clever...
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The Black Dog ReturnsThere is a black dog hanging round and scratching at my gate,For some unknown reason he seems to think he’s still my mate.I tried to hunt the mongrel cos I don’t need a...
View ArticleCharity Should Begin at Home
CHARITY SHOULD BEGIN AT HOMEClearly Charity and Drought are two words that don’t seem to fit together,Especially here, where the government doesn’t seem to care about the weather.But Typhoon...
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The GREAT AUSTRALIAN FREEDOMOur forebears came to this country many in convict ships and chains,And backs showed the scars where the cat-o-nine tails had reined.Australian culture has developed since...
View ArticleMerry Christmas and a Happy New Year
HERE WE GO AGAIN CHRISTMAS 2013You know for some unknown reason I really dislike this time of year,And I find it awfully false when everyone is full of Christmas cheer.The retail shops just...
View ArticleOld Jim (Jimmy Gardiner)
Jimmy Gardiner was a man I worked with for a while at Camden Park Menangle south of Sydney in the late 60's .... I have another poem that I wrote about Jim called Òld Jim and the Moon Landing` which I...
View ArticleFor Chip Chip`` a Mate
FOR ‘CHIP-CHIP’ A MATENo more the bronco harness, or the collar and the hames,Now we have a cradle and a crush, nothing stays the same.What are these monstrosities, where...
View ArticleA Tribute to an Old Drover - Ron Cody
A TRIBUTE to an OLD DROVERAustralia lost some more of her bush history, just the other day,When an old outback drover named Ron Cody, sadly passed away.A stranger to me, although...
View ArticleThe Quilty Memorial Campdraft 2013
The QUILTY 2013In twenty-thirteen we would witness real epic Quilty battle,As nigh on forty horses tried to tame the Coolup cattle.As the camp work began in earnest, the sun drifted...
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Twenty one running's and still going strong Saturday 23rd of November 2013 will see the twenty second episode of this now Prestigious Campdraft. THE QUILTY MEMORIAL OPEN CAMP DRAFT...
View ArticleAre You Blokes Doing Your Bit
This poem drew a poetic reply from Julie Percy of Yalleen station to which I replied ........... to which Julie replied and so on ......... the five poems that stemmed from Greg Pearce's innocent...
View ArticleThe Coach of Death
The COACH of DEATHThere’s a phantom-coach runs nightly along the Western Creeks;Her four black steeds step lightly, her driver never speaks;The horses keep there places across flood-worn plains,Yet no...
View ArticleThe Man Who Steadies the Lead
THE MAN WHO STEADIES THE LEADWill H OgilvieHe was born in the light of red oaths and nursed by the drought and the flood,And swaddled in sweat lined saddle-cloths and christened in spur drawn blood;He...
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Poem: The Bushman's Book by Will OgilvieAll roughly bound together, The red-brown pages lieIn red sirocco leather, With scored lines to the sky: The Western suns have burned them, The desert winds...
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