Best Bushman Poems

The Grey Brumby horse
          Don befriended him,
         ...

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Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here
I, far away, muse in the house I grew
O this village of my love, has grown too
The...

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This poem is written with a fair of Jamaican Patois but I hope you all get the drift.


Cow Cock Soup


Boy things a get bad, really...

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Burn the bush and eat the fruit.
Take everything you can from this life.
It’s not meant to last
And you came first
Rules of the desert 
Leave the...

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Hey!
are 
you 
a 
Zulu? 
Am 
a 
Bushman...no 
you 
are 
a 
Bantu,a 
Bantu 
or 
Hottentots? 
Maybe 
an 
Afrikaner.        ...

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Limerick: Once Lucy met Heidelberg Man

   for Nelson Mandela

Once Lucy met Heidelberg Man
Then Neanderthal and Peking Man
Tortoise said to the Turtle:
“Where’s your doggone...

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They Said

Don’t talk when big people are talking
Leave their presence now, start walking
Be a good boy don’t ever backchat
Greet a big person, take off your...

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Dougal Cameron 1900s
by Don Johnson
Brisbane..Australia.

Old Dougal Cameron was the man, 
the cruel red desert country crossed. 
Drove cattle cross the trackless plains, 
out where Burke...

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Moon night!
Full quarter, half-moon snow bright;
Mid-day, mid noon, such a boom;
a Moon lit Knight;
Son of a Jewish Rabbi;
Birth given name Marc Spector;
Was a professional boxer?
Did...

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Dirranbandi  plonking

27Australians and a shearer came to bash Bronco Don in 1945
He was just back from Kokoda killing Japs to stay alive
Some carried beer...

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Blue was feeling melancholy and was far from feeling jolly 
by the window of his quarters on that moonlight night in May. 
The old mate...

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Tell me the secrets to your life, bushman
Show me how to befriend the garish land
Guide me through nature’s surviving devotion
Teach me with dry eye that...

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Close 'round the crackling fire we three,
with sweet acacia in the air - 
tell stories of Gallipoli
and digger's bond of friendship there.

We laughed and shared...

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As the orange sun dives 
below the horizon
The bushman long back 
from daily hunt 
and rested
Now tells the clan the 
legend of the ancient 
noon:

'The...

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sitting with his legs apart
raised up by the knees
and his head slightly bent over
like a Bushman
up against a rock
with hands rolling 
some or other 
desert...

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