Lend Me An Ear
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:46 pm
Something a bit different.
In case anyone has trouble working out the meter, it’s supposed to be,
‘Come SIT by my CAMPfire and POUR out some TEA’ - a sort of singsong
LEND ME AN EAR
Come sit by my campfire and pour out some tea
and listen to stories while sitting with me.
I’ll take you on journeys and tell you tall tales,
of life in the outback along dusty trails.
I’ll tell you of sunsets with beauty so rare
and silence that followed for those who were there.
You’ll gaze at the stars here and marvel in awe,
then ask yourselves questions of things that you saw.
You sense the lands spirit while out there with me
and hear the night whisper of things you can’t see.
Then wake at first light as the dawn chorus sings
and bask in the glory the outback still brings.
I’ll tell you of gold finds that made the headlines
and precious red opal from Gibber Plain mines.
And mention strange stories of things that I’ve seen,
then take you to places where few have yet been.
We’ll visit some graveyards forgotten for years,
with stories of sadness and countless shed tears.
The towns that they came from are also long gone,
when gold petered out there they quickly moved on.
It’s getting quite late now and time for the sack,
tomorrow I’m moving way off down the track.
Let’s put on the billy and make a fresh brew,
I’ll tell you more stories next time I pass through.
******
© T.E. Piggott
In case anyone has trouble working out the meter, it’s supposed to be,
‘Come SIT by my CAMPfire and POUR out some TEA’ - a sort of singsong
LEND ME AN EAR
Come sit by my campfire and pour out some tea
and listen to stories while sitting with me.
I’ll take you on journeys and tell you tall tales,
of life in the outback along dusty trails.
I’ll tell you of sunsets with beauty so rare
and silence that followed for those who were there.
You’ll gaze at the stars here and marvel in awe,
then ask yourselves questions of things that you saw.
You sense the lands spirit while out there with me
and hear the night whisper of things you can’t see.
Then wake at first light as the dawn chorus sings
and bask in the glory the outback still brings.
I’ll tell you of gold finds that made the headlines
and precious red opal from Gibber Plain mines.
And mention strange stories of things that I’ve seen,
then take you to places where few have yet been.
We’ll visit some graveyards forgotten for years,
with stories of sadness and countless shed tears.
The towns that they came from are also long gone,
when gold petered out there they quickly moved on.
It’s getting quite late now and time for the sack,
tomorrow I’m moving way off down the track.
Let’s put on the billy and make a fresh brew,
I’ll tell you more stories next time I pass through.
******
© T.E. Piggott