Homework w/e 5.8.13 - HEADS UP
Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 10:21 am
HEADS UP
Maureen Clifford ©
The Scribbly Bark Poet
He came to visit unannounced – the stock and station agent,
“Just passing by” he said as he walked in.
“I thought I’d check to see if you were sending stock on Monday?
I don’t mind if I do” he said as Jack bought out the Bundy.
Had to talk a little louder to be heard above the din
of working dogs all barking loudly, kicking up a fuss
which they did if anyone came round or if they thought them suss.
He sat there wearing blue jeans and a pink shirt somewhat crumpled,
sweat stained and dusty. Working bloke’s attire.
He’d just come from the feedlot, all their stock was looking healthy.
A truck and dog of fodder came; it helped if you were wealthy
as drought hit hard making the feed expensive to acquire.
The feedlot planned to send a thousand yearlings to the yards.
He suggested Jack hold his stock back from this sale – times were hard.
Jack thanked him for the heads up. Every dollar these days counted
and prices dropped when the road trains came in.
Too many head of stock for sale, far too late then to whinge or wail
when hammer dropped on prices low. ‘twas just another nail
that helped to close the lid real tight on the farms final coffin.
He’d hold his stock back Monday – but for now time was invested
in two upturned glasses of rum. Bundy, slowly ingested.
Maureen Clifford ©
The Scribbly Bark Poet
He came to visit unannounced – the stock and station agent,
“Just passing by” he said as he walked in.
“I thought I’d check to see if you were sending stock on Monday?
I don’t mind if I do” he said as Jack bought out the Bundy.
Had to talk a little louder to be heard above the din
of working dogs all barking loudly, kicking up a fuss
which they did if anyone came round or if they thought them suss.
He sat there wearing blue jeans and a pink shirt somewhat crumpled,
sweat stained and dusty. Working bloke’s attire.
He’d just come from the feedlot, all their stock was looking healthy.
A truck and dog of fodder came; it helped if you were wealthy
as drought hit hard making the feed expensive to acquire.
The feedlot planned to send a thousand yearlings to the yards.
He suggested Jack hold his stock back from this sale – times were hard.
Jack thanked him for the heads up. Every dollar these days counted
and prices dropped when the road trains came in.
Too many head of stock for sale, far too late then to whinge or wail
when hammer dropped on prices low. ‘twas just another nail
that helped to close the lid real tight on the farms final coffin.
He’d hold his stock back Monday – but for now time was invested
in two upturned glasses of rum. Bundy, slowly ingested.
Yes Glenny when you get out of a hot shower your still pink 
