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by alongtimegone » Fri Sep 11, 2015 10:12 am
Wonderful poem Terry and it brings back a few pleasant memories. I met Robyn, later to be my wife, at a place called Sedan Dip, about seventy km out of Cloncurry. It was where cattle from the north were brought and dipped before continuing south. There was nothing else there except a bush race track and a hall. Once a year a bush racing program was held there followed by a dance. I was teaching in Cloncurry at the time and had also got myself a job as vocalist with the local dance band. The Sedan Dip meet brought graziers and townies from all over, for the races, the dance, a bbq and lashings of grog. Interesting to read that the Pride of Erin was the change partner's dance remembered by you and others. In my time it was always the Barn Dance which was only ever known as the Progressive Barn Dance.
Thanks for the poem,
Wazza