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 © | Year Posted 2014

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November 20, 2015 at 1:46 AM
Hi Brian: Welcome to Poetrysoup. yes an era has passed and gone and we are poorer for the loss of these characters, Thanks for writing about them, SuZ
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