Old Charlie
OLD CHARLIE
Old Charlie
he’s a Cockie from a bygone age,
has not departed
from his old-time ways,
and his way of doing things,
tonight, with the billy on the boil,
and by the campfire bright;
with last log from the heap
as flickers dance their last request,
Old Charlie’s in his swag
and Bluey’s at his feet,
‘tis dead of night,
for Old Charlie’s called it a day
and now listening to dingo on the howl,
Old Charlie has seen remains
of the dingo’s prowl,
bones, guts, and carcass spent around,
which has made Old Charlie shudder
about the cruelty of a dingo’s way,
when they track and hurt
the last of Old Charlie’s herd,
adding to the effects
of what the drought has bought,
but for tonight
Old Charlie’s on a mission,
on a camp out from the farm,
and before the break of day
and before first light will influence,
Old Charlie will give Bluey a gentle nudge,
packing up his swag and rifle ever carefully,
and on his way needing to be somewhere else
further beyond his camp site,
and in first light of morn,
someplace up on ridge,
Old Charlie sees
what he has come here for,
and with careful sight,
a bang shatters quiet,
and in a moments pause
a dingo’s pelt is hanging on fence,
as Old Charlie and Bluey are heading home
knowing full well
that bastard isn’t coming back.
Francis Cooper - Mac © February 2019
Copyright © Francis Cooper-Mckenzie | Year Posted 2020
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