Camping No More

[Stephen Whiteside]

Thanks, Dave.

[Mal McLean]

And that, friend Stephen, is the sort of thing that drove me to give up camping years ago.

[Stephen Whiteside]

You mean you can't get your sky hooks to grip either, Mal?

[Mal McLean]

My Country (Comfort)

The love of smoke and canvas
of red and gritty eyes,
of chopping wood and kindling
and splinters in your thighs;
The love of green brown tarps,
flooding streams and violent skies,
I know but cannot share it,
my love is otherwise.

I love a 5 star Country
Comfort with sweeping views,
and silent air conditioning,
and giant T V’s and news.
I love her cable channels,
I love her complimentary tea,
her restaurant and valets -
The big motel for me!

Sorry Dorothea.

[Zondrae]

You'll be fine Stephen,

Now where did you leave that left handed screwdriver I loaned you and the that big tin of striped paint.

I'm sure you have seen the two Ronnies do the 'Four Candles' routine.

Oh I do love the English language.

[Stephen Whiteside]

I've got nothing against a TV, Mal, as long as nobody turns it on, and a motel is a good place to be in a thunderstorm.

Yes, Zondrae, should be another couple of poems there...

[Mal McLean]