URBAN COWBOY

[Maureen K Clifford]

URBAN COWBOY



He says he's an Aussie and loves the outback
but keeps his fourby on the bitumen track.
He keeps it pristine. Weekly polish and wax.
No stone chips where this fellow goes,
or bull dust from outback dirt roads.

He dresses at weekends in jeans quite pristine
with his RM shirt and boots he does fit the scene
though his new Akubra has fanned no fires gleam.
But his heart knows his home's the outback
It’s just he's never been down the track.

He speaks of the hardship of flood, fire and drought
how the outback is drying – it’s all missing out
on the rain. It’s all coastal, but he has no doubt
that the good rains will cause river flows.
Then he mindlessly turns on his hose.

The long drought has finally ended he claimed.
Just look how much fell in his street when it rained.
And look at the Government funds farmers gained
from having their farms drought declared.
Now when rain comes they should be prepared.

Well he continued his tirade, just rabbiting on
like the words to a somewhat sad trite country song
and who there would tell him how frankly he's wrong.
For he claims that he loves the outback
just has trouble locating the track.

But he's not on his own at least that’s how it seems,
for more than one Pollie supports the same dream
the long drought is over - a recurring theme .
Unless you are watching stock die
with no sign of cloud in the sky.

Walk the walk, wear the gear, talk the talk if you must.
But unless on your boots there's a layer of bulldust
created by the earth’s tortured drying crust.
Then though you claim it's in your heart
of the outback you don't own a part.

Maureen Clifford ©

[Zondrae]

G'day Maureen,

I really agree with the sentiment of this poem. There are so many yuppie puppies who stride around 'looking' the part, but if you asked them do they think it will rain and they run in to the computer or the iphone or the gps and consult the weather bureau. Now a true 'bushie' would stride to the nearest rise and scan the horizon and smell the wind. I know who I would trust.

As for the technical points of your poem - the twisted sentences bother me a little but I suppose as long as Glenny doesn't get hives we'll all be ok.

[Bob Pacey]

So us dairy farmers don't count.


Overalls and gum boots make a fair fashion statement.

Country girls in Jeans does it for me !!!!!!


Bob

[Bob Pacey]

Oh Marty, Heather will not like that statement !!!!


I agree but I think a little bit of mistique still does it for me.

Did you like the way Marty delivered the line about his Missus Classic I reckon.

Bob

[Bob Pacey]

Mate have you met her ?

Be afraid be very afraid.


Bob

Heather does a poem called Growing Old With Grace. Fits the bill I reckon.


Bob

[Heather]

I can hear you naughty Marty!

[Bob Pacey]

Now Marty you know that Moderators are the only one's who can change posts !!!


I get into enough trouble when i type in words like ( Moderated ) off. But I see you got around it by putting sod .

Bob

[Bob Pacey]

What's going I did not write that and i do not know how to hack !!!!

Barty

[Heather]

Nah, but I do!!

[Heather]

Maureen I think you should have stern words to these delinquents for hijacking your post.