On the Wallaby with you

[David J Delaney]

On the Wallaby with you


I know it’s always great, to sit down with your mate
and talk of all the places that you’ve been.
Around the campfire light, beneath the stars so bright,
we reminisce on all the sites we’ve seen,
and, as we’re sitting back, the billy, old and black,
now boils and spits onto the campfire flame.
Then, looking back at you, I feel your love that’s true ,
I’m pleased that you agreed to take my name.


So as I fill your cup, (beside your bluey pup)
again I’m drifting back to when we met,
was Brisbane at Rocklea, when you first noticed me,
I knew you were the one I had to get.
Now after all these years, including sometimes tears,
our love has just grown stronger everyday,
and while we’re on the road, we share each others load,
until we find another place to stay.


We talk of Wineglass bay, that Tassie summer day,
how we walked hand in hand along the shore.
Port Arthur’s famous jail, (where prisoners would wail)
were buried on that island by the score,
or when we stayed at Sale where hay I tried to bale
before we headed out to see Karween.
Then rode the scenic rail down in old Flowerdale,
We’ve never seen the land so lush and green.


And how we felt the chill, at ‘Eagle on the hill’
when building snowmen in the local park.
We read about a bloke (who struck the Sydney smoke)
at Stuart town once known as Ironbark.
At the Cervantes fair, we smelt the fresh sea air
and heard the poets spruke their very best.
With Tamworth’s country din, we merrily joined in,
we wore Akubras and a leather vest.


Then up in Kakadu I hung on tight to you,
when that large croc leapt at the boat for food,
and down near Uluru, that’s when you spotted ‘Blue’,
your charming way I just could not allude.
The river Todd’s a place, we went to watch a race,
and laughed at all those boats with hairy legs.
Then how could we forget, the Queensland far north wet,
those northerners who drink their beer from kegs.


If we did settle down, in some small country town,
we’d write a book as thick as ‘War and Peace’.
Of summers and the rain, of happiness and pain,
and oceans, birds, and jumbucks and their fleece,
though here we sit again, years travelled tally ten,
I know we’ll keep on moving for some time.
For you my darling love, I thank the Man above,
and sometimes write about you in my rhyme.


For now, I’ll write a song by this old billabong,
of how we like to hold each other tight.
And while you stroke blue’s ear, I turn and say, ‘My dear,
you’re perfect like the Kimberleys tonight’.
I knew it from the start, back when you stole my heart
there’s nothing in the world I’d rather do
than have you by my side, my love I just can’t hide,
when touring ‘on the wallaby’ with you.


David J Delaney
18/01/2011 ©

[william williams]

To Mister David J Delaney. I stands and dips me lid to you as I take my hat off.

You Sir, have captured to me the true feeling’s of a man and his wife in the outback of Australia.

In quiet simple words you have told it as it often is with out pomp and large words that ordinary

People understand


Bill Williams The old Battler

PS ZONDRAE I DON"T CARE IF I AM SHOUTING DAVID DESERVES THE APPLAUSE

[Maureen K Clifford]

Love it Dave - you have captured the feeling so well and one can visualize every picture - no wonder it won

I wondered about this line???

we reminisce on all the sites we’ve seen,

nothing wrong with it if you are referring to sites as in building sites - but if you are referring to beautiful vistas and views then it should be sights and whilst I'm being really picky sorry ...should also be spruik as in
spruik   [sprook] verb (used without object) Australian Slang. to make or give a speech, especially extensively or elaborately; spiel; orate.

Love you boat with hairy legs that's a classic. Your lady must feel very special. Lucky girl

Cheers

Maureen

[David J Delaney]

Thank you Bill, I am truly happy my poem touched you in this way, thank you again.

Maureen, totaly agree with your observations, this poem went through about 5 "readers" & the judge at the comp. & this was not picked up, will be fixed before the poem gets published by me in my next book, thank you.

[Neville Briggs]

Well done Dave, a bit of " we've been everywhere , Mum "

[David J Delaney]

goodonya Nev though I prefer Slim's "looking forward, looking back"

[warooa]

Great stuff Dave . . a more than worthy winner. I raise me glass

Cheers, Marty

[David J Delaney]

Thank you so much marty.

[Henry Snicklesnorter]

Beautifully penned David.

[David J Delaney]

Thank you so much Henry.