Best Paddock Poems

Professor Paddock of virology was a stocky man
            He observed a little beetle on...

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Wandering the virtual
green fields of home,
I open the farmyard gate
fall into a haze of retrospect.
I see a “LMS Black Five” Locomotive
bellowing upon a utilized line,
ghostly...

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I’ve unfurled the Southern Cross tonight and put it
On the wall, and as I gazed the longest while.. I thought I heard the
dingo’s call? ...

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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 was working for Jack Daymond, a farmer,
who farmed livestock, potatoes and vines.
I s’pose he had over two hundred cattle.
The spuds and the grapes grew...

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Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook...

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Welcome to The S Laughter house
And lots of fun and games
Where everyone participates
To show that they are game

We’re well known as the funny place
Where beef,...

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Eco Thunder

Got me horse on the footpath ,
Old Thunder ain’t  lightening quick,
Keeps me lawn a mowing  down,
And leaves me them manura bricks.

Has his...

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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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No historic chattels, old photos or memorabilia.
Nothing has historic value for us to remember.
The sheds are old and rusted on our farm just out of...

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In the event that I forget
what this poem is about
I refer you now to the birds
outside my window.
They are silent – it is a sound-proof...

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Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

…

Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This...

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Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the...

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An Angelo Arab, you had immense spirit
dappled grey with a huge leap  over fences.
Your stable name was Tom, pedigree name
too much of a mouthful...

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In the fields crops are growing
On the roof a rooster is crowing

In the yard hens are clucking 
In the paddock the stallion is bucking

Near the...

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