The Australian Swagman
The Australian Swagman
Justin was a Swagman
Not by chance but circumstance
A product of his time
He carried his life upon his back
And never asked for more
Than a chance to earn a meal or two
In payment for a chore
He had no need for guidance
For he knew the road ahead
Just a nice quite Billabong
And a place to rest his head
The little fire was home
With the billy on the boil
As night fell on that Billabong
He found the peace that he was seeking
Now he’s gone down that long dusty road
And we are poorer for the loss of such as he
As another legend passes into obscurity
Copyright © Brian Cosgrove | Year Posted 2014
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