The Wedding.

[thestoryteller]

THE WEDDING

By now you all know Uncle Jim, who lived out Moonie way,
he'd never married up til now, "Too busy," he would say.
Well Uncle Jim had found his love and popped the word you see
and now the day was here at last, the wedding planned for three.

The station garden looked a treat with trestles all laid out,
arrayed with tucker of all sorts and lots of beer and stout.
The family were a sight to see dressed in their Sunday best
when suddenly the sound of hooves revealed they had a guest.

With buggies safely parked out front, from stations far and wide,
their owners were all greeted by the parents of the bride.
They mingled on the station lawns and talked of what was news,
caught up on local happenings and swapped their different views.

With folk all in the garden and old Rev'rend Smith now here,
the bridal party waited for the signal to appear.
As radiant as Gabriel's smile the bride was such a sight
and all knew why this lassie was her mum and dad's delight.

The bride's good parents noticed that the groom could not be found
and both began to ask, "Where's Jim? Had someone seen him 'round?"
But not a soul had seen old Jim; perhaps he'd been delayed.
"We'll wait a while," the preacher said; his nerves a little frayed.

The bride who'd waited anxiously then asked "Why is Jim late?"
Ma said, "We'll have to feed the guests you know we cannot wait."
They fed the folks, but still no Jim, and most had to depart
which left the bride with loss of pride and now a broken heart.

Nobody'd heard from Uncle Jim and nigh a week had passed
when horse and rider came in view; old Jim was here at last.
"What happened?" we asked Uncle Jim, "you're running kind of late?
Your bride has got it in for you and won't forgive you mate."

Jim said, "Well folks it's like this see ... while I was on my way
I met a drover pushing stock, who wished to sell that day.
Been on the road for months on end, I couldn't pass it by;
a bloke can marry any day ... been silly not to buy!"

"I drove the cattle back on home, that's why I'm running late.
You'd think she would have understood, perhaps you'd call it fate."
Old Jim got 'round to marrying, but not the same young bride.
Rejection's not the kind of thing to boost a young bride's pride.

From Tales of Uncle Jim 1996.

[Shelley Hansen]

Poor old Uncle Jim

You'd think a sheila would understand, Merv - I dunno what it's coming to these days!

Love the yarn.

Cheers
Shelley

[thestoryteller]

You'd think so Shelly.

The series were based around true stories associated with friends and family and to protect the guilty
I created a situation where a young city lad who had lost his parents had to go bush and live with his uncle Jim.

He relates all the stories.

Thanks for sharing.


Merv.