THE BUSH WILL LIVE AGAIN
Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 9:22 am
I was looking through my old files yesterday and came across this one it was written in 2009 and picked up a HC in the Golden Wattle that same year,
But I had to smile while reading it again and remembering the recent great debate, seems nothing much has changed.
Cheers Terry
THE BUSH WILL LIVE AGAIN
I don’t know if you’ve noticed all this talk there’s been of late,
suggesting that bush poetry has reached it’s used by date.
Some say the story of the bush has long ago been told,
it’s time to leave it all behind; it’s time to break the mould.
Well hang on there a moment, do I really need explain,
we haven’t scratched the surface yet; the bush will live again.
Sure things have changed a little, as you surely would expect,
just look around the cities; stop a moment to reflect.
There’s countless stories to be told by all our poet mates,
just head into the bush, but don’t forget to close the gates.
There’s so much happening these days; more than there was before,
a bigger range of stories; you should look around once more.
The mining boom is in full swing; there’s cyclones still about;
we still have devastating floods and endless years of drought.
So put a modern spin on it; the way it is today,
you’ll find there’s still excitement in these stories we portray.
The horse and cart has had its day and cars now rule the roost,
they’ve opened up the country; given travelling folk a boost.
Its never been so easy; have a go and spread your wings,
a tour in to our outback holds so many wondrous things.
Though motorbikes and choppers do most mustering today;
the horse is still in use, but has a lesser role to play.
Good working dogs are still around and worth their weight in gold
and Shearer’s are still ringing sheds, just like in days of old.
A modern rush is in full swing; has been for some years past
and fortunes have been made by some; I’ll bet they’re not the last.
So mums and dads are in the bush with nuggets on their mind
and granddads and their mates, I’m told, are not too far behind.
Remoteness is not hard to find if solitude’s your wish,
you’ll find it in a forest, where you’ll catch a decent fish.
Or sitting round a campfire while you gaze up at the stars
and dream about an icy beer in friendly country bars.
New stories happen daily with exciting yarns to tell,
the country’s still as beautiful; the bush alive and well.
So lets go write the stories that are happening today,
but don’t forget Australia’s past, or it will fade away.
*****
T.E. Piggott © 2009
But I had to smile while reading it again and remembering the recent great debate, seems nothing much has changed.
Cheers Terry
THE BUSH WILL LIVE AGAIN
I don’t know if you’ve noticed all this talk there’s been of late,
suggesting that bush poetry has reached it’s used by date.
Some say the story of the bush has long ago been told,
it’s time to leave it all behind; it’s time to break the mould.
Well hang on there a moment, do I really need explain,
we haven’t scratched the surface yet; the bush will live again.
Sure things have changed a little, as you surely would expect,
just look around the cities; stop a moment to reflect.
There’s countless stories to be told by all our poet mates,
just head into the bush, but don’t forget to close the gates.
There’s so much happening these days; more than there was before,
a bigger range of stories; you should look around once more.
The mining boom is in full swing; there’s cyclones still about;
we still have devastating floods and endless years of drought.
So put a modern spin on it; the way it is today,
you’ll find there’s still excitement in these stories we portray.
The horse and cart has had its day and cars now rule the roost,
they’ve opened up the country; given travelling folk a boost.
Its never been so easy; have a go and spread your wings,
a tour in to our outback holds so many wondrous things.
Though motorbikes and choppers do most mustering today;
the horse is still in use, but has a lesser role to play.
Good working dogs are still around and worth their weight in gold
and Shearer’s are still ringing sheds, just like in days of old.
A modern rush is in full swing; has been for some years past
and fortunes have been made by some; I’ll bet they’re not the last.
So mums and dads are in the bush with nuggets on their mind
and granddads and their mates, I’m told, are not too far behind.
Remoteness is not hard to find if solitude’s your wish,
you’ll find it in a forest, where you’ll catch a decent fish.
Or sitting round a campfire while you gaze up at the stars
and dream about an icy beer in friendly country bars.
New stories happen daily with exciting yarns to tell,
the country’s still as beautiful; the bush alive and well.
So lets go write the stories that are happening today,
but don’t forget Australia’s past, or it will fade away.
*****
T.E. Piggott © 2009