When your money has expired and the rent is overdue,
How the hell can you feed the kids? What are you gunna do?
Steady up my friend, the whole town’s the same as you.
Let’s all look at what we do have, let’s all make a plan,
To cultivate some bare earth, and grow what food we can.
We can build some shelters if our landlords chuck us out,
There’s always something we can use, idly laying about.
The Govment’s gone and done it, cut the pension to the bone,
Done away with medicare and left us all on our own.
But we’ll survive in spite of them who took our rights away,
And I wonder where those shits will live, behind what tree they’ll stay,
When the wheel of life takes it next turn and fortune comes our way.
As I enter the bush to answer its call
Leaves filter the sunlight from sensitive eyes,
And on dry grass my boots softly fall.
A branch in my hand, brushing away flies
Makes the beauty of nature pleasing to see,
Moving like pictures in front of my eyes.
Bird calls are delightful, songs from the trees,
Colour stands out on the branch where they perch,
Then I stumble and fall, down on my knees
.I stumble again, then rise with a lurch,
Cursing my folly for not looking down,
And my mind thinks of Sundays in Church.
Short grass in the bush is all dry and brown
Because this land is now dying in pain;
I just wish that the rains would pelt down .
A walk past some rocks shows me different terrain,
Tall straggly trees shade a deep rocky pool
And I hear sounds from the songbirds again.
Wallabys drink, fish swim safe in the cool
‘Roos and bandicoots scurry on by,
And I scare them all off, like a fool
Close to the water just a few inches high
Maiden-hair fern is a soft gentle green
My hand brushes it gently, I sigh.
Living in towns little spirit is seen
Bush land is calling, as it always has been.
September 14th 2011 03:13
Talk to Me Gently
Talk to me gently now that I’m old,
The fire which drives me is getting quite cold.
No longer the heat to force me to strive
I just plod along quietly, glad I’m alive.
Once I encouraged all that zing and that zest
To try, at my trade, to be as good as the best
Memory now tells me I did not really succeed
But my skills were enough to fulfil my own need.
At times I was asked, if I had any to spare
So I gave what I could to the community there.
One of the many who made lives more complete
I joined right in and ‘twas a wonderful treat.
I rose to the top, and fell down from the tree
It seems many times that happened to me
Friends caught the pieces, glued them right back
Then helped put me onto the go-upwards track.
I’ve been there and done that, so many times
At home and abroad, and in various climes
But fate had a hand in it all, I am sure
And I’ll not wander from the track any more.
Life has been kind and I’m allowed to grow old
While some friends rest alone in graves deep and cold
I’m still living the life that comes with each day
And I have no plans about going away.
But fate knows my number, and when it is called
I’ll go without murmur, even though I’m appalled
At the thought of dying and not having my say
‘bout the powers of Governments being whittled away.
The interference of business, where it has no place
as vanishing services leave hardly a trace .
All countries were built by strong sturdy men
And I suppose they’ll get up and do it again.
I shall be in my grave, well, my body will be,
But the spirit that’s me, will forever be free.
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