Open Poetry #44 |
Memories of a Drover |
LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
MEMORIES OF A DROVER I dream again of the saltbush plain of a faithfull dog named rover, The camp fire at night ‘neath the bright starlight Of the days when I was a drover. The bulloakes stirring in the breeze The meandering water courses, The music of the hobble chains Of the drovers weary horses. A thousand head of baldy steers Stretched out for more than a mile, A hearty meal at the camp at night From a cook that we had on trial. The sudden storm where hope is born That at last the drought be broken, But once again we wait in vain For the rain is but a token. The old camp dog, his hackles rise When a dingo’s howl is heard, Then a piercing cry from up on high Of some unseen nocturnal bird. There are many times when all is calm When droving cattle’s a delight, But something unforseen can often mean Wild rushes in the night. Riding watch on a moonlight night Round a big mob to and fro, Brings to the drover a sense of peace That city folk will never know. Many times I’ve heard it said By older men than me,, That once droving’s in your blood Other paths are hard to see. Now the lamp of youth grows dim with age And my working days are nearly over, One of the things I treasure most Are the memories of a drover. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Thank you for sharing these wonderful memories, Lindsay. Ida |
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Heart2Heart Senior Member
since 2009-05-15
Posts 738Scotland/Norway |
This is truly a lovely poem, I did enjoy sharing your memories. Written in a style I love myself. Heart2Heart |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Lindsay, This is an interesting and well written poem. I think many of us have memories of past endeavors. Bobby |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Lindsay, I can see you now, astride your sturdy mount, slowly circling the heard, in the full moonlight, probably whistling an old cowboy tune, (tumbling tumbling weed, or get along ya little do-gies) I'd be willing to bet you came up with more stories out there, than we will ever get a chance to read from you, but I look forward to reading each one. Keep on drovin, my friend. Tracey |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
A sincere thanks to Ida, Heart2heart, Bobby and Tracey for your generous reponse. It's always nice to hear back from all you great poets. God bless you all. Lindsay |
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