Bulldust Poems - Poems about Bulldust

...My heart has been torn..My mind assulted; Yet the dust it Is settling, red dirt; black earth; almost grey bulldust.' I am In my dreaming.' Deep yet alert.' I'm singing in tune, to the Creak of exi......

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...I look down Upon its frosty glass And wait For the internals To settle Should I Move northward Into the heat And bulldust Humid air And all that is Unfair Among The green and black ......

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...Not once have I lied, not once have I stolen Not once have I made a mistake in my life Not once was I bribed, not once been beholden Not once have I cheated on my faithful wife Not once did a d......

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...The bright lights of the city Have lured me away From bushland plains and mulga scrub from plains of rich red clay Away from the serenity to noise and toil and strife To pay the bills and cur......

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...I fell in love with a lady who's as firm as she's soft as she's strong There's times when she's quite a hard mistress but with body and soul I belong She grants me my hopes and desires She ans......

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...Have you ever felt the magic when you're standing by the sea? The rise and fall of ocean swells Sublime serenity In the morning's salty air the working boats leave port and anglers keen on fi......

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...Do you remember when a workman Used to ply his trade with care? Do you remember when good service Counted more than selling shares? Do you remember back when products Would all stand the test......

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...'Thar she blows!' the cry goes up a breaching whale is seen The longboat's manned and low'red the lookout's eyes were keen The hunt begins, the whalers chant the oarsmen strain and pull The w......

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...Can you hear her heart beating in the heat of the day when the white gums stand silent and as time slips away? Can you feel her pulse quicken in the crisp morning air with the sun not yet ris......

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...I lie dead and broken and crushed by the road and the crows make a meal of my eyes I no longer wander the trails in the bush there's no one who mourns me or cries And all who pass by are repuls......

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...In the city, season's changes only barely leave their mark for the city's far from nature with it's neon in the dark The rush and ceaseless hustle leave no time for rain or drought and no one has ......

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...On a squatter’s small selection Not far east of Northam town Waits a wife and her two children For her husband to come down For he’s gone off chasing nuggets In a far off northern field And h......

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...The old bush pub has seen some times I'll wager things were good When all it was, was sheets of tin and rough cut planks of wood When cattlemen tied up their steeds to posts along the street ......

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...All the Anzacs have faded back into the past And the old men now rest with their mates We can hope they play 2 up and still have a beer Now they’ve entered the heavenly gates We have cause to r......

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...The yards behind the shearing shed are overgrown with grass And the fence posts look a little worse for wear There’s cobwebs on the tractors that are sitting all forlorn And a farm cat snoozes gen......

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