A Simple Word of Thanks

"He's a Larrikin that bloke," they said, as Bob walked off the stage and you knew he'd done it once again, their laughter was the gauge. In a world of seeming madness he saw humour as the cure and the Larrikin within him was infectious that's for sure. Though his stature was quite impish, you could never doubt at all, on the stage of life the Larrikin stood out as ten foot tall. Charismatic was his nature and he drew a following, as they loved the Aussie banter and the laughter it would bring. His encouragement to new comers was Bobby through and through, and so many owe a vote of thanks - I know I surely do. He inspired my commitment to pursue this art of rhyme, in my own niche ... and my own works and rewards have come with time. So I thank you Bobby Miller, mate, for all you did for me, for the friendship ... and your love of life, expressed in poetry. Bobby Miller [The Larrikin] was a contemporary pioneer of performance poetry back in the 1990’s and a fine writer of written verse. I first met Bob at the Bundy Mob's Bush Poets Muster in 1996 and from that time on he was a real source of encouragement to me as I pursued a career in the fledgling industry. Today, I owe Bob my thanks for helping me see the need to find my own niche and style and therefore making it possible to reap the rewards that have come my way. Bob sadly passed away on the 30th of October, 2002.