SANTA AND THE BLUES
Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 9:37 pm
one of the farming groups that I check on in FB posted this great picture and it inspired this
SANTA AND THE BLUE’S
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
Santa’s sleigh on Christmas day was pulled by six blue heelers
with Blue and Red out in the front and Sam and Jess as wheelers.
Old Tom and youngster Saltbush Sue provided heaps of muscle,
worked as a crew as good dogs do and boy they had to hustle.
The reindeers they threw in the towel and said it was too hot.
Shooters had shot the boomers – every one – the bloody lot.
Old Santa was beside himself and stranded with his sleigh
until the Aussie dogs turned up and got him on his way.
With lolling tongues these six great dogs threw their weight in the traces
they were honed to perfection from chasing sheep up races.
Not one of them was fazed at all when Santa told the story
of many miles that they must run - these dogs were in their glory.
The Southern Cross was shining bright, up in the Aussie sky
and Humpback’s swum across the bight as the dog team sped by.
Some camels on the Nullabor it seemed all had the hump
but unperturbed the dogs ran on right out to the black stump.
At last the final gift was placed beneath an old gum tree
beneath which slept a swaggie – quite oblivious was he
to all of the kerfuffle that was going on quite near
as kangaroos shot through because the blue dogs they did fear.
Now Santa stopped the sleigh right there beside a billabong
and told the dogs “ You have a drink – we can’t stop very long.
We’ve got to get you home before the sun starts to come up
and the Kookaburra’s laughter wakes up Saltbush Sue’s new pup.
I cannot thank you dogs enough for what you’ve done tonight.”
“Oh that’s OK Santa” said Red “ We had a lovely flight”
And just to prove to everyone that this story is true
Old Santa took a selfie – and I’m sharing it with you.
SANTA AND THE BLUE’S
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
Santa’s sleigh on Christmas day was pulled by six blue heelers
with Blue and Red out in the front and Sam and Jess as wheelers.
Old Tom and youngster Saltbush Sue provided heaps of muscle,
worked as a crew as good dogs do and boy they had to hustle.
The reindeers they threw in the towel and said it was too hot.
Shooters had shot the boomers – every one – the bloody lot.
Old Santa was beside himself and stranded with his sleigh
until the Aussie dogs turned up and got him on his way.
With lolling tongues these six great dogs threw their weight in the traces
they were honed to perfection from chasing sheep up races.
Not one of them was fazed at all when Santa told the story
of many miles that they must run - these dogs were in their glory.
The Southern Cross was shining bright, up in the Aussie sky
and Humpback’s swum across the bight as the dog team sped by.
Some camels on the Nullabor it seemed all had the hump
but unperturbed the dogs ran on right out to the black stump.
At last the final gift was placed beneath an old gum tree
beneath which slept a swaggie – quite oblivious was he
to all of the kerfuffle that was going on quite near
as kangaroos shot through because the blue dogs they did fear.
Now Santa stopped the sleigh right there beside a billabong
and told the dogs “ You have a drink – we can’t stop very long.
We’ve got to get you home before the sun starts to come up
and the Kookaburra’s laughter wakes up Saltbush Sue’s new pup.
I cannot thank you dogs enough for what you’ve done tonight.”
“Oh that’s OK Santa” said Red “ We had a lovely flight”
And just to prove to everyone that this story is true
Old Santa took a selfie – and I’m sharing it with you.
I love that Maureen.