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The Tree of Relief

In a land of endless saltbush stretching miles across the plains Of western New South Wales where it rarely ever rains, And the temperature is searing on a soil that's living hell, Where bleaching bones remind you of the killer droughts as well. In a land where boredom strikes you as you seek a 'cockies' shed, Where you put up with the haze that always shimmers up ahead, You have drove a hundred miles and there's a hundred more to go, So you're looking for some difference to relieve the 'status quo'. Now you see I am a shearer who has worked upon these plains, And from one shed to another I've put up with travel pains, So I'll tell you now a story that has always stuck with me, About a time when in the vastness stood one single Wilga tree. Now this Wilga is a haven from the sun and stifling heat, And offers shade for resting sheep that found this quiet retreat, But danger lurked in sandy forms with eyes as cold as steel, As 'round and 'round with heads bent low, the fear of death is real. It was common in the outback when one heard the dingo howl, To find the carcass of a slaughtered sheep where the dingo's prowl, So every man who worked this land would take with them a gun, To shoot the scourge of killer dogs until there is not one. Still 'round and 'round those dingo's slunk to get the sheep to run, I think the time is nearly here for me to sight the gun, For the sheep were getting restless and were tending now to bleat, But only moved around in circles keeping shaded from the heat. Yet 'round and 'round the dingo's slunk and still their numbers grew, With the pack much closer now, and the sheep had noticed too, Then in a charge of hoof and dust, where blended fur and wool, I had my finger on the trigger but I wasn't game to pull. For I noticed there was separation from the hunter and the prey, Every sheep from near the tree had made a perfect get-away, It was the dingoes that had panicked, and it was fairly plain to see, That their interest was not killing, they were busting for a pee. ©Lindsay Laurie 2002

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Date: 4/17/2015 4:56:00 PM
Well my last poem for today. It is a gem. No dingos but had an over abundance of coyotes this year. In fact they had a bounty on them so hunter were paid for how many paws they brought in. Killing lots of deer this year. love phyl
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Date: 4/22/2015 8:05:00 PM
G'day Phyllis... I read something interesting for us here this morning. 60,000 deer were shot in Victoria alone last year and its believed that their numbers are still increasing. Deer are not native and do a lot of damage. Dingoes are rarely seen in built up areas but crossbreeds are and its best to avoid them. Thanks for reading and commenting Phyllis - Lindsay
Date: 3/6/2015 8:44:00 PM
A lot of parallels with west Texas where I grew up, but no dingoes. Coyotes are usually pretty solitary animals, but they will take the occasional sheep. I grew up in sheep country, but the wool business has almost died out there now.
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Date: 3/21/2015 2:45:00 AM
G'day Roy... same here Roy. Australia was once living off the sheeps back, but not now. It's mining. Dingoes hunt in packs, but most of them are now crossbreeds with feral dogs and are hunted relentlessly. Don't know anything coyotes, apart from them being cunning as a fox. Thanks for leaaving your informative comment Roy - Lindsay
Date: 3/3/2015 7:42:00 PM
Nicely written. It kept my interest. Suggestion: 3rd line, last stanza. Remove the apostrophy from "dingo's". Your choice. Best to you and thanks for the stop by. It's appreciated. / M
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Date: 3/3/2015 9:02:00 PM
Thanks Maurice for pointing out that error. I gave myself an uppercut and then edited dingo's into dingoes. Appreciate your help and for reading the poem. Regards - Lindsay
Date: 2/24/2015 7:24:00 PM
Love your story, Lindsay...great rhythm and rhyme with description of conditions that I've never seen before.
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Date: 2/25/2015 1:20:00 AM
Thank you David for reading and commenting. I dare say that you would react the same way I did on my first outback trip. I could not believe that we drove for six hours and did not see a single building. There were kangaroos, emus, horses, and hawks, but barely anything else. Thanks David - Lindsay
Date: 2/22/2015 7:43:00 AM
So damn glad to have found this excellent write this fine morn! This is a true jewel my friend. You've excelled in every aspect with this fantastic write!! A7 from me but it deserves a super 10 in my opinion!
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Date: 2/25/2015 1:15:00 AM
Hi there Robert... And I'm pleased that you dropped by and read this little saga that a shearer attempted to put over me as being gospel truth. I must admit that I am humbled by your comment. Thanks Robert - Lindsay
Date: 2/20/2015 10:05:00 PM
Hi Lindsay, This is a great write Lindsay. You really captured the harshness of the outback. Your words flowed beautifully which is the sign of a great, 'bush ballad.' And the humour at the end was truly remarkable., catching me completely by surprise. This poem should be up there with Patterson & Lawson---John
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Date: 2/21/2015 6:10:00 PM
Hello there John... I don't think I quite reach those two fellows lofty heights, but they, along with a few other early poets were great teachers just from reading their structured poetry and how they turned their poems into pictures. Thanks again for dropping by John - Lindsay
Date: 2/19/2015 2:59:00 AM
Nice one, son...nice one - Lol!! :) john.
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Date: 2/21/2015 6:04:00 PM
G'day John... Thanks for reading and commenting John. There's a lot of tales out there that the outback folk uttered to gullible me. Regards - Lindsay
Date: 2/18/2015 8:41:00 PM
Ok what I'm really feel-in Excuse my French but this is a Fuk-en Masterpiece . Cheers Lindsay
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Date: 2/19/2015 12:57:00 AM
Bloody hell Jerry, don't encourage me or I'll end up putting more of these silly stories up. I dunno about a masterpiece, but the habits of dingoes and sheep sure helped me here even if I did use fantasy poetic licence. Dingoes would have killed the bloody lot. Thanks Jerry - and keep putting up those treasures of yours - Lindsay
Date: 2/18/2015 8:37:00 PM
This is just great, I'm speechless otherwise
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Date: 2/18/2015 6:45:00 PM
great descriptive write Lindsay - your brought this to life for me with the imagery - love the humour at the end:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Date: 2/19/2015 12:48:00 AM
G'day Jan... Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. A singing shearer who became cobber's with me told the tale and I promised him I'd put it into a poem for him and he loved it. Thank you Jan - Lindsay

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