My starting off poems
Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 1:04 am
As made mention in my intro only new to writing since late last year but heres the first 2 bits I wrote that started me off writing.
Wrote this short piece at work late at night not sure how I came to it but just developed in my mind so I wrote it and been writing stuff since.
Cowboy Escape
Take me away from this burden from this concrete misery
Take me back out bush to a sun burnt property
From city to suburb the further that I go
The stress that's built escapes me not a worry not a woe
I hit the first of country roads and smell that familiar air
The crowded streets I've left behind I do not have a care
I recall the days sitting at the window of a local city pub
Where I watched the workers pass and thought get me to the scrub
The winding bends I take as though a race
While on my mind all I think is get me to that place
Now as I sit beside the fire propped upon me bum
I look up at the stars to thank God and then grab another rum
This was my second I wrote not long after. It came to mind when I woke up and stuck in my head for a few days developing and taking form in writing.
The Ringer and the horses
The horses came thundering down along the plains
as the ringer he cursed at the fast approaching flames
the word around town was that it would be days
before the arrival of that dreaded fiery haze
The Boss had gone for a float from up around the town
While the ringer he was left to set the plans down
Panic sets in as the horses start squealing in fear
The fire has encircled and they need to get clear
He hoses down the horses as they bustle the rail
Then he turns to the fireline to create a safe trail
as the horses make the break and all start to flee
He gets a tear in his eye and his heart starts to bleed
No time to delay its time to move fast
he fires up his rig and makes to get past
The fire roars vicious as it now closes the line
The ringer must move quickly just to get out in time
As the farmer returns with the float, and pulls into the main yard
The sights that surround him bring fear, and he swallows quite hard
The horses appear in the distance, shaken not hurt
Though the rest of the land, now charred blackened dirt.
The farmer on searching had found the farm truck
The poor ringer it seems had ran out of luck
The farmer now saddened he arrived back too late
for the Ringers true kindness had now sealed his friend’s fate
Wrote this short piece at work late at night not sure how I came to it but just developed in my mind so I wrote it and been writing stuff since.
Cowboy Escape
Take me away from this burden from this concrete misery
Take me back out bush to a sun burnt property
From city to suburb the further that I go
The stress that's built escapes me not a worry not a woe
I hit the first of country roads and smell that familiar air
The crowded streets I've left behind I do not have a care
I recall the days sitting at the window of a local city pub
Where I watched the workers pass and thought get me to the scrub
The winding bends I take as though a race
While on my mind all I think is get me to that place
Now as I sit beside the fire propped upon me bum
I look up at the stars to thank God and then grab another rum
This was my second I wrote not long after. It came to mind when I woke up and stuck in my head for a few days developing and taking form in writing.
The Ringer and the horses
The horses came thundering down along the plains
as the ringer he cursed at the fast approaching flames
the word around town was that it would be days
before the arrival of that dreaded fiery haze
The Boss had gone for a float from up around the town
While the ringer he was left to set the plans down
Panic sets in as the horses start squealing in fear
The fire has encircled and they need to get clear
He hoses down the horses as they bustle the rail
Then he turns to the fireline to create a safe trail
as the horses make the break and all start to flee
He gets a tear in his eye and his heart starts to bleed
No time to delay its time to move fast
he fires up his rig and makes to get past
The fire roars vicious as it now closes the line
The ringer must move quickly just to get out in time
As the farmer returns with the float, and pulls into the main yard
The sights that surround him bring fear, and he swallows quite hard
The horses appear in the distance, shaken not hurt
Though the rest of the land, now charred blackened dirt.
The farmer on searching had found the farm truck
The poor ringer it seems had ran out of luck
The farmer now saddened he arrived back too late
for the Ringers true kindness had now sealed his friend’s fate