you would be surprised how much truth is in this poem

[william williams]

the final of That little Kelpie pup

finally put this one to bed Glenny

That little Kelpie Pup

I was standing at the sale yards, in a little country town,
My right hand held a mug of brew, a pie held in my left.
When I noticed by the railing, a scrawny a tear stained little chap,
His eyes all red from crying, as tears they streaked his tiny face,
And he clutched a piece of hay band, tied to a cross bred Kelpie pup.

I asked what is the trouble, why such a teary face,
When a tale he started telling, about his family’s strife.
His dad he’d gone up droving, when one dark and stormy night
The cattle broke and rushed, and killed him in their fright.

Now mum and my two sisters are all that’s left here now
And this little Kelpie pup, mate, that we can’t even feed.
Me mum she laid the law down, and said that he must go
Before the daylight past or a grave he’ll sorely get.
But mista, you’ve a kindly face, can you take him with you please.

Well I told him to stay there, don’t even move an inch.
And from the canteen I bought a pie for him,
And a cold one for the pup, for both looked rather thin.
He asked to use my knife, to cut that pie in four

For my mum, and sisters, they need it, that’s what for.
My heart it did a quiver as my mind was thinking back,
As I reached into my pocket to pull my wallet to out.
For you my little warrior, ten pounds to help along the way.
No sir, we do not want your money, we’ll battle on some how.

No my lad I said, from you, I’ll buy that little Kelpie pup,
That little kelpie pup crossed with a bit of blue.
You see I was a drover, and I’ve known a dog or two.
And please folks, think about this story that I am telling you,
About this little kelpie pup crossed with a bit of blue.

Now that little kelpie pup he’s grown now,
He’s my friend, now lying by my side.
As I stand and look down at him,
That dog with a little touch of pride.

Oh he’s nothing much to look at,
He’s like any other dog.
But to me, he is my saviour,
For year’s he kept me from the grog.

But now I’ve settled down for good,
And I bought a house and land.
I’ve given up my drinking,
And my gambling ways for good.

And that tear stained little chap
Why he has now become a man
Who's a Shearer, and his mum,
Well she’s become my wife.

And her daughters they have grown,
Working, at keeping this a happy home,
While they help their dear old mum,
Who watches, to see that I don’t roam?

Well, no more will I be a drover,
And I don’t wanna to be a rover.
For now I have my memories of a,
A little kelpie pup, that had, a touch of blue.

Written by Bill Williams ©
 

[r.magnay]

Good onya Bill, a good yarn mate...seems the dog ended up being pretty bloody expensive though, a missus three kids and a bloody dog to feed!...

[william williams]

yes Ross there is a lot to be said about a dry place to sleep and a warm bed along with three hot meals and your washing done beats sleeping on the ground and looking after bawling restless cattle on a rain soaked plains and hoping like hell they don't rush.

and thanks Matt glad you enjoyed it

bill williams

[Cropduster]

A great read and a great yarn, Bill.

[Heather]

You've been working on that one for a long time Bill and it obviously means a lot to you. Glad to see you are happy with it.

Heather

[Terry]

Well done Bill

A great Yarn mate.

Terry