camping
Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 10:08 am
let me know what do you think bill the old battler
CAMPING
Quiet is the morning,
before the sky begins to lighten,
and the dew, is heavy on the ground,
for the air is rather cold.
A mopoke say's his last goodbye
as his eyelids tighten.
While an old man stamps his feet,
to stop his toes from freezing
Then shuffles though the frosty grass.
with morning chores too do,
like, light the fire and boil the billy
while he is camping.
And by the fire he'll squat
to feel that cheery warmth,
as he watches the stars slowly disappear,
before the morning light.
Now the billy it is boiling
there's tea leaves coming forth,
to make a needed brew,
and welcome in the day.
The kookaburras are laughing,
magpies chortling too,
parrot's make a happy sound,
while welcoming in the day.
While he quietly sits
and peacefully thinks,
of those many memories
of years, camping on the track.
bill williams ©
CAMPING
Quiet is the morning,
before the sky begins to lighten,
and the dew, is heavy on the ground,
for the air is rather cold.
A mopoke say's his last goodbye
as his eyelids tighten.
While an old man stamps his feet,
to stop his toes from freezing
Then shuffles though the frosty grass.
with morning chores too do,
like, light the fire and boil the billy
while he is camping.
And by the fire he'll squat
to feel that cheery warmth,
as he watches the stars slowly disappear,
before the morning light.
Now the billy it is boiling
there's tea leaves coming forth,
to make a needed brew,
and welcome in the day.
The kookaburras are laughing,
magpies chortling too,
parrot's make a happy sound,
while welcoming in the day.
While he quietly sits
and peacefully thinks,
of those many memories
of years, camping on the track.
bill williams ©