Best Drover Poems

Ex Drover, me

As the cleaner sweeps the street,
And the saddle leather squeaks,
cos he's riding ol Darkie,
an his mind is with the herd.
He remembers the cold...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate....

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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...... Part 3 ......

The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts...

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The Long Drought

A raging drought is running, causing pain
Beneath the scorching sun, the barren plain
The river’s gone, she’s ceased her mighty flow
And bushland trees no...

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Cap’n Thunderbolt

The moon stood out 
Any traps about  
Cap’n Thunderbolt did ask
He was on the road again 
Brown snake for break-in-fast

The Drover said they...

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I listened for the rain,
 it emerged slowly now and again
  from a crepuscular caliginus sky,
the tenebrous mist that trickled down lightly in the...

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Is there danger in the glow of the campfire?
In the strangers words not understood in the night?
Watch the drover move the mob before the morning...

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Hopkins snakes

Old Hopkins had a rope ladder,
To keep snakes out of the house,
Snake killing sticks under the rain water tank,
In the shower, where a snake...

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By Robert (Bob) Moore (©2015)

The gun shearer has gone now, like many other things
the shearing sheds are empty, and wools no longer king
gone now like...

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I am the bushland dawning
in the stillness of the morning
I am the sunlit plains
and the mighty river's flow

I'm the drought and I'm the flood
I'm the...

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MY HOME TOWN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS	
Time moves on never stands still
It changes the outcome no matter the will
Of the dreamers who hold on to and then
Each...

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To her family she was coy
         but truly she would be their Joy,
 a country girl from...

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Kokoda Ten Shilling note.........................

Johnno had been out a tracking Japanese , in Kokoda's , misty green...
It was 1942, smell of death, slaughter so obscene.......
Suddenly two...

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Social Injustice

Purging Purgatory holds a few,
of numb nuts on the planet,
reprobates could make you spew ,
like a bloody half baked Gannet,
social justice is sinking low,
where...

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