Best Droving Poems

Droving Carolyn,
You could always come a droving,
on the stock route we'd be roving,
sleep neath the stars,
an rough it on the track.
Where the Dingoes howl at midnight,
and the Sand Goannas fight with Brown Snakes,
and the air is sweet as honey,
but there isn't any money,
and you wash...

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Done Droving
The sliprails are down the horses are gone ,………(sliprails slide in rail gate in rail yard)
goose neck spurs all covered in rust.
My Quartpot is bent i`ve left the Ballonne…(Quartpot holds a quart of water boil make tea, pint cup )
to go to the city...

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Yes Andrea

Been there behind the herd,
 in the choking bloody dust,
 and the cow pats are falling,
with just a trace of rust,
go to sleep and then i'm falling,
drag by the foot i must,
but wriggle out-of riding boot,
lastic sides just wont be cussed,
orright...   ...

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