Just For Ross

[Bob Pacey]

Just For Ross

A GOOD DEED


He slogged along through the dust and flies
down the narrow outback track.
Every worldly thing that he possessed
was in the swag upon his back.

The summer sun so unrelenting
beat down upon his weathered hat.
The dust gathered thick upon his face
a thousand flies on his back sat.

The squatter in his buggy
on his way back home from church
took pity on the swaggie
as through the dust he watched him lurch.

The sermon had been on friendship
doing good deeds had been the call.
Offering the hand of friendship
to friends and strangers one and all.

"Come on old man" he offered
"hop up here we'll soon be mates"
'Bugger off' came back the sharp retort
"Open your own bloody gates".

Bob Pacey ( C )

[Maureen K Clifford]

Exactly

[alongtimegone]

What an ungrateful bugger. Very funny Bob.
Wazza

[Stephen Whiteside]

Ungrateful or a bitter victim of class warfare?