ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Sitting around with a knee that refuses to get better is slowly driving me up the wall
12 months trapped in this concrete jungle hasn’t got a lot going for it either.
Ah well such is life
Terry


MY WAY

My life must seem quite boring to the likes of some of you,
because I like the old time ways while you prefer the new.
I’m sure there’s truth in what you say; I’m stuck there in the past,
yet I’m quite happy where I’m at; long may my lifestyle last.

An early night beneath the stars as night time shadows creep,
then wake to morning splendour in the bushland where I sleep.
The joyous songs of passing birds will usher in the day,
no wonder that I love this life and do things my own way.

The beauty that I see out there may not appeal to all,
for many like the bustle of the crowded city mall.
They wonder why I live this way and think it’s rather strange,
yet most my life has been out bush; I doubt I’ll ever change.

I worry not what others say or do what others do.
they have their dreams the same as me, I hope they all come true.
There’s room enough for all of us; the choice is ours alone,
so take your pick and do it now before your life has flown.

******

© T.E. Piggott

Well said Terry and I agree - the longer I am trapped in suburbia the less I like it and my patience I find these days getting very thin. There is a degree of calm that one has in the bush that seems to fly out the window in these concrete jungles.

I like your poem Terry and agree re the choices and there being room for all - we should start a commune

At least you got a chance to do some writing Terry.

Maureen K Clifford wrote:we should start a commune

Then you'll be trapped in a commune Maureen.

Good on you mate so dam true and good writing to you.


bill Williams the old battler

Hi Maureen,
One of the problems is to somehow find a way to extract ourselves from lifestyles we're not happy with, and as we get older it becomes more and more difficult to achieve and of course there's many reasons why it's not practical.
And believe me even when you are able to escape, there are times when you wonder what the hell you're doing out there anyway. As someone once said we're a weird mob - glad you enjoyed the poem.

Neville
Yes you would think with all this time on my hands I'd be writing poem after poem, in truth I've rarely bothered writing anything for the last few months. It's not the lack of ideas, more a case of tempotarily loss of interest.


Thanks Bill I notice you have been busy penning a few yourself mate.

Cheers All

Terry

I can relate to that Terry, no problem at all, enjoyed it.
A Broken Hill poet Chris Duffy wrote a short but good poem (well it appealed to my quirky sense of humour anyway) called "there's nothing bloody there" worth a read if you can get hold of it. It relates to what you are saying in your poem.
Hope the knee comes good.
Ron

G/day Ron

I must see If I can find that poem, sounds like a good one.

Thanks for the comment and it's good to see you posting again.

Cheers Terry

so take your pick and do it now before your life has flown.

But so many of us don't, more's the pity. I know there are a few parts of my life that I'd like to have another crack at.
Enjoyed reading your poem Terry.
Wazza

Hi Wazza

It's easier said than done isn't it and I reckon most of us wouldn't mind a second go at a few things.

Life's full of road blocks that are often hard to get around.

Glad you enjoyed it.


G/day Matt

I had the op three months ago and Up to three days ago, I was convinced the Doc might have to have a second go at it.
But suddenly there appears to be some improvement - perhaps he knew what he was talking about when he said it would take 6 to 9 months to get back to something like normal.

As the poem says if there's something we'd really like to do, then do it - the clock is ticking.

Cheers Terry