VICTOR, VICTOR
Victor, Victor
a son of a pioneer past,
and when the war drums
began a slow rhythmical beat,
and the loud pitched cry of “Cooee”
rang throughout our land,
for on the dotted line he signed,
then Victor packed his bags
and headed off to war.
a great adventure sought,
then up and onto beaches
in this foreign land
he scrambled ashore,
a bullet fired,
a bullet true,
a bullet claimed,
this young man’s life,
who once from Nobby hailed,
now resting,
now sleeping,
in an eternal peace
Victor, Victor became a soldier true.
Copyright © 2014 by Francis Cooper – Mac
Categories:
cooee, courage, goodbye, soldier,
Form: Free verse
Such a compact meal
To an Aussie the real deal
Square, round or oval be in it
Just add sauce and don’t let it drip
Eat the corner and suck it in
The gravy and meat delicious then
And once you’ve mastered this you’ll say
Cooee cobber it’s on your menu always.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
cooee, food,
Form: Ballad
The trail was thick with bities and the billabong was high
me mates were all a yabbering 'bout the price of meat
The cavvy horses trotted right on course, nothing seemed awry
the jiger boss yelled "Buckeroos! git that stray dogie to teat!"
Old Bluey barks to say G'Day as he helps the boys to muster
all the new calves to the bank, away from the duffers.
A camp fire smokes and Cookie clucks wrapped up in his duster
as Hoodlum sits a peeling spuds dreaming of his mother.
The suns gone down like a gob smacked floozie behind the range.
At last, it seems, we're ending another dusty day.
The night hawks giddyuped, there are bedrolls amongst the sage,
yet were' not within a cooee of the end of an Aussie's play.
Categories:
cooee, adventure, boy,
Form: Cowboy Poetry