Post by Paul on Dec 18, 2004 11:25:26 GMT 9.5
Aussie Bush Verse at its Very Best.
Every now and then, priceless gems of literature emerge from unlikely places, and the Australian Bush is no exception. The works of Australian greats such as Henry Lawson and Banjo Patterson are readily available to all who desire to read them, but works written by the "Bush Poets", can be harder to find.
Some years ago, Bob Magor, a farmer who lives close to the Township of Myponga, developed the "creative itch", and the result is a fine collection of humorous verse.
Bob grew up in the area around Myponga which is located on the peninsula South of Adelaide. When he left school he worked the family sheep property, later he spent time in the shearing sheds, first as a roustabout and then as a shearer.
Bob's knowledge of the farm and country is reflected in his books, "Blasted Crows", "Blood on the Board" and "Snakes Alive". His humour and verse will become part of Australian folklore, for countless future generations to enjoy.
A Dog's Life.
There's wond'rous tales of canine deeds
Of dogs worth twenty men
That solo herd ten thousand sheep
And lock them in a pen.
They cart the wood and kill the snakes,
Hunt possums out of trees;
At shearing time they brand the sheep
And count them out by threes.
Down through the years, the cockies old,
From dogs that can't be beat,
Have bred each generation new
Of canine pups elite.
(No mention though of faces red
And man-made plans astray
When chosen suitors missed the bus
And stray dogs had their day)
And so it was, my father took
Our dog, old Ben to mate
Craig Martin's Bess, a super dog,
Then started two months' wait.
Since Dad could have the litter's pick
The bloodlines guaranteed -
The progeny was sure to be
The best of Kelpie breed.
Now when at last Dad went to choose
His purebred kelpie whelp
He viewed the scene with puzzled brows,
Assessed each puppy yelp.
'Cos floppy ears and blotches grey
On Kelpies don't look right.
He asked if Bess had entertained
Some sly dog in the night.
The Martin fam'ly stood their ground
Defending Bess's name
But maligned instead Ben's parentage
and asked from where he came.
So in a rage Dad snatched a pup
and steered a homeward course;
He'd show them all that he could train
A dog from any source.
So day by day he worked the pup
It grew both tall and round,
With feet as big as dinner plates
And ears down to the ground.
Our neighbours came with taunt and gibe
When training did begin,
With slobbering licks of ecstasy
Dog wet them to the skin.
But try as he might for six long months,
Dad gave the pup his best
And though he toiled from dawn 'till dark
Dog never passed the test.
He wouldn't sit, he wouldn't come,
He brought Dad close to tears
To see him bounding through the sheep
While treading on his ears.
He plucked all mother's white Leghorns
And ate the fam'ly cat,
He dug the garden full of holes
and laid the vegies flat.
Whenever he was cold or wet
Or rolled in something dead
He'd scratch ajar the kitchen door
And sleep on Father's bed.
The only thing this dog could do
(Apart from eat and sleep)
Was rush about at breakneck speed
And bisect a mob of sheep.
And though he tried his ev'ry trick
Dad never solved the riddle,
Why when he cast him out around
It went straight through the middle.
At last I saw his patience wane;
The dog with pointed toe
Was booted out the sheepyard gate
With "That dog's got to go!"
I expected Dad to get his gun
And seal the dog's demise
Instead of that he winked and said,
"I think I'll advertise".
I thought he'd sell the useless mutt
For someone's fam'ly pet
"Cos Dog was quite affectionate,
He'd lick you sopping wet.
The paper came, I read the ad,
Aghast at what it said,
'MUST SELL, DUE TO ILL HEALTH,
A WELL TRAINED DOG' it said.
"A Well Trained Dog?" I read aloud,
"How could you print such lies?
They'll throw us both in gaol for life,
It's called false advertise!"
"He's had his chance", defended Dad,
"I've shown him ev'ry trick,
And mentioning the 'ill health' bit,
That's true - he makes me sick!"
And as we argued to and fro
A Jag pulled up outside.
"Bloody Jehovahs," Father said,
And looked around to hide.
Then peeping out a nearby shed
We watched them all alight;
They mentioned something 'bout a dog
And hoped he wouldn't bite.
But Dog was there to greet his guests
With clumsy leaping bounds.
He landed on the Jag's black roof
With high pitched scratching sounds.
I grabbed the mutt, (that made it worse)
He dug his toes in more
As down the Jag's black duco's gloss
His feet did gouge and score.
By stroke of luck, (for us and dog)
The damage went unseen
As Dog gave ev'ry smiling face
A sticky soggy sheen.
And as the driver dried his face
he spluttered out to Dad,
"I've come to see the well-trained dog
Described here in this ad".
"You've found the place and that's the dog"'
My father cried with glee.
He held dog by his shaggy neck
Displayed for all to see.
"The finest dog in all the hills,
of that just take my word",
(I hid beneath a dandelion
And wished I hadn't heard).
The stranger said, "Forgive me sir,
Ourselves I'll introduce,
I'm Doctor Stokes and wife Simone
That's Jenny, John and Bruce.
We've just acquired a property,
A farmlet more precise,
The rural call has beckoned us
To country paradise."
"Though it's only twenty acres
Mixed farming is our game
"And each weekend we'll do our best
This savage land we'll tame.
We've seven goats , a cow a bull
And Jenny's Arab horse,
A ram and twenty crossbred sheep
And wethers in due course".
"So you see it's quite essential,
A dog is what we need".
The Doctor looked Dog up and down
"Now tell me what's his breed?"
"I'm glad you asked me that," said Dad,
".Developed it myself,
A multipurpose working breed
That's proved to be top shelf."
"Now it's mother's side was dingo
For intelligence and guile
With just a touch of greyhound blood
To give it speed and style.
While his father's part retriever
Plus a dash of shepherd breed,
He'll work your stock and guard your house
And fill your ev'ry need".
"The only drawback with this dog
He'll only work for me.
A one man dog , that's what he's called,
But surely you will see
That when you get him to your farm
His loyalty you'll woo;
He'll stand no chance, he'll soon obey
A learned man like you.
The Doctor with importance puffed,
His fam'ly stood in awe
As Father fairly turned it on,
Cajolery galore.
Throughout his shonky salesmanship
Dad patted Dog's great girth
'Till beaming Doc and family
All chorused, "What's he worth?"
Dad stroked his chin with poker face
Quite unabashed he said,
"A grand or more for sheepdog trials..."
(I stood and hung my head)
Then on he went "...but as you're new
I'd like to help you out,
'Cos seeing that he likes you all
You'll treat him well no doubt".
"That means a lot to men like me
Who breed the very best;
I'd never sell him normally
But as I have to rest
To protect my heart condition
I will give the dog away;
A bargain - you can have him for -
A mere five hundred say".
The Doc looked pleased and I felt sick
And then Dad looked concerned.
The Doctor patted Dog's dumb head
And said, "One thing I've learned,
When buying something 'off the cuff',
Check all information.
So could we please, if possible,
Have a demonstration.
I laughed out loud - old Dad was sprung
He'd gone too far this time.
Unwittingly, the Doc would catch
His false pretences crime.
But Dad said, "That's a wise idea -
Let's go and find some sheep.
I'll let him loose and show you how
He'll yard them all three deep".
So that was that, Dad's goose was cooked;
We went out 'mongst the sheep;
I stood well back to see Dog's date
With destiny to keep.
I'd visions of him rushing out,
The sheep under attack,
And Jag complete with Doc and Co
Retreating down the track.
But Dad said, "Look, this isn't fair,
Let's give him something hard,
'Cos any dog can round up sheep
And put them in a yard.
So to prove he's almost human
And comprehends my word
I'll give him now a strange command
I'll swear he's never heard".
We all looked on as Dad grabbed Dog
And glared him in the eye,
And for succour celestial
He gazed up to the sky.
"Now Dog ol' son, you've heard me say
To go way back and git'em,
Well just this once, to show the Doc,
Go through the mob and split'em".
Well Dog took off and did his trick
The sheep peeled left and right
The doctor's clan all cheered and clapped
His aimless headlong flight.
They patted Dog and praised him up,
Dog couldn't work it out.
He did the same as he always did
But never got the clout.
So Dog was sold, the deal was sealed,
His tail with joy did wag.
He travelled forth in pride of place;
The front seat of the Jag.
And Father moaned, (with tongue in cheek)
"To see him work those sheep;
I let the doctor rip me off,
I sold the dog too cheap!"
© Bob Magor. All Rights Reserved
Every now and then, priceless gems of literature emerge from unlikely places, and the Australian Bush is no exception. The works of Australian greats such as Henry Lawson and Banjo Patterson are readily available to all who desire to read them, but works written by the "Bush Poets", can be harder to find.
Some years ago, Bob Magor, a farmer who lives close to the Township of Myponga, developed the "creative itch", and the result is a fine collection of humorous verse.
Bob grew up in the area around Myponga which is located on the peninsula South of Adelaide. When he left school he worked the family sheep property, later he spent time in the shearing sheds, first as a roustabout and then as a shearer.
Bob's knowledge of the farm and country is reflected in his books, "Blasted Crows", "Blood on the Board" and "Snakes Alive". His humour and verse will become part of Australian folklore, for countless future generations to enjoy.
A Dog's Life.
There's wond'rous tales of canine deeds
Of dogs worth twenty men
That solo herd ten thousand sheep
And lock them in a pen.
They cart the wood and kill the snakes,
Hunt possums out of trees;
At shearing time they brand the sheep
And count them out by threes.
Down through the years, the cockies old,
From dogs that can't be beat,
Have bred each generation new
Of canine pups elite.
(No mention though of faces red
And man-made plans astray
When chosen suitors missed the bus
And stray dogs had their day)
And so it was, my father took
Our dog, old Ben to mate
Craig Martin's Bess, a super dog,
Then started two months' wait.
Since Dad could have the litter's pick
The bloodlines guaranteed -
The progeny was sure to be
The best of Kelpie breed.
Now when at last Dad went to choose
His purebred kelpie whelp
He viewed the scene with puzzled brows,
Assessed each puppy yelp.
'Cos floppy ears and blotches grey
On Kelpies don't look right.
He asked if Bess had entertained
Some sly dog in the night.
The Martin fam'ly stood their ground
Defending Bess's name
But maligned instead Ben's parentage
and asked from where he came.
So in a rage Dad snatched a pup
and steered a homeward course;
He'd show them all that he could train
A dog from any source.
So day by day he worked the pup
It grew both tall and round,
With feet as big as dinner plates
And ears down to the ground.
Our neighbours came with taunt and gibe
When training did begin,
With slobbering licks of ecstasy
Dog wet them to the skin.
But try as he might for six long months,
Dad gave the pup his best
And though he toiled from dawn 'till dark
Dog never passed the test.
He wouldn't sit, he wouldn't come,
He brought Dad close to tears
To see him bounding through the sheep
While treading on his ears.
He plucked all mother's white Leghorns
And ate the fam'ly cat,
He dug the garden full of holes
and laid the vegies flat.
Whenever he was cold or wet
Or rolled in something dead
He'd scratch ajar the kitchen door
And sleep on Father's bed.
The only thing this dog could do
(Apart from eat and sleep)
Was rush about at breakneck speed
And bisect a mob of sheep.
And though he tried his ev'ry trick
Dad never solved the riddle,
Why when he cast him out around
It went straight through the middle.
At last I saw his patience wane;
The dog with pointed toe
Was booted out the sheepyard gate
With "That dog's got to go!"
I expected Dad to get his gun
And seal the dog's demise
Instead of that he winked and said,
"I think I'll advertise".
I thought he'd sell the useless mutt
For someone's fam'ly pet
"Cos Dog was quite affectionate,
He'd lick you sopping wet.
The paper came, I read the ad,
Aghast at what it said,
'MUST SELL, DUE TO ILL HEALTH,
A WELL TRAINED DOG' it said.
"A Well Trained Dog?" I read aloud,
"How could you print such lies?
They'll throw us both in gaol for life,
It's called false advertise!"
"He's had his chance", defended Dad,
"I've shown him ev'ry trick,
And mentioning the 'ill health' bit,
That's true - he makes me sick!"
And as we argued to and fro
A Jag pulled up outside.
"Bloody Jehovahs," Father said,
And looked around to hide.
Then peeping out a nearby shed
We watched them all alight;
They mentioned something 'bout a dog
And hoped he wouldn't bite.
But Dog was there to greet his guests
With clumsy leaping bounds.
He landed on the Jag's black roof
With high pitched scratching sounds.
I grabbed the mutt, (that made it worse)
He dug his toes in more
As down the Jag's black duco's gloss
His feet did gouge and score.
By stroke of luck, (for us and dog)
The damage went unseen
As Dog gave ev'ry smiling face
A sticky soggy sheen.
And as the driver dried his face
he spluttered out to Dad,
"I've come to see the well-trained dog
Described here in this ad".
"You've found the place and that's the dog"'
My father cried with glee.
He held dog by his shaggy neck
Displayed for all to see.
"The finest dog in all the hills,
of that just take my word",
(I hid beneath a dandelion
And wished I hadn't heard).
The stranger said, "Forgive me sir,
Ourselves I'll introduce,
I'm Doctor Stokes and wife Simone
That's Jenny, John and Bruce.
We've just acquired a property,
A farmlet more precise,
The rural call has beckoned us
To country paradise."
"Though it's only twenty acres
Mixed farming is our game
"And each weekend we'll do our best
This savage land we'll tame.
We've seven goats , a cow a bull
And Jenny's Arab horse,
A ram and twenty crossbred sheep
And wethers in due course".
"So you see it's quite essential,
A dog is what we need".
The Doctor looked Dog up and down
"Now tell me what's his breed?"
"I'm glad you asked me that," said Dad,
".Developed it myself,
A multipurpose working breed
That's proved to be top shelf."
"Now it's mother's side was dingo
For intelligence and guile
With just a touch of greyhound blood
To give it speed and style.
While his father's part retriever
Plus a dash of shepherd breed,
He'll work your stock and guard your house
And fill your ev'ry need".
"The only drawback with this dog
He'll only work for me.
A one man dog , that's what he's called,
But surely you will see
That when you get him to your farm
His loyalty you'll woo;
He'll stand no chance, he'll soon obey
A learned man like you.
The Doctor with importance puffed,
His fam'ly stood in awe
As Father fairly turned it on,
Cajolery galore.
Throughout his shonky salesmanship
Dad patted Dog's great girth
'Till beaming Doc and family
All chorused, "What's he worth?"
Dad stroked his chin with poker face
Quite unabashed he said,
"A grand or more for sheepdog trials..."
(I stood and hung my head)
Then on he went "...but as you're new
I'd like to help you out,
'Cos seeing that he likes you all
You'll treat him well no doubt".
"That means a lot to men like me
Who breed the very best;
I'd never sell him normally
But as I have to rest
To protect my heart condition
I will give the dog away;
A bargain - you can have him for -
A mere five hundred say".
The Doc looked pleased and I felt sick
And then Dad looked concerned.
The Doctor patted Dog's dumb head
And said, "One thing I've learned,
When buying something 'off the cuff',
Check all information.
So could we please, if possible,
Have a demonstration.
I laughed out loud - old Dad was sprung
He'd gone too far this time.
Unwittingly, the Doc would catch
His false pretences crime.
But Dad said, "That's a wise idea -
Let's go and find some sheep.
I'll let him loose and show you how
He'll yard them all three deep".
So that was that, Dad's goose was cooked;
We went out 'mongst the sheep;
I stood well back to see Dog's date
With destiny to keep.
I'd visions of him rushing out,
The sheep under attack,
And Jag complete with Doc and Co
Retreating down the track.
But Dad said, "Look, this isn't fair,
Let's give him something hard,
'Cos any dog can round up sheep
And put them in a yard.
So to prove he's almost human
And comprehends my word
I'll give him now a strange command
I'll swear he's never heard".
We all looked on as Dad grabbed Dog
And glared him in the eye,
And for succour celestial
He gazed up to the sky.
"Now Dog ol' son, you've heard me say
To go way back and git'em,
Well just this once, to show the Doc,
Go through the mob and split'em".
Well Dog took off and did his trick
The sheep peeled left and right
The doctor's clan all cheered and clapped
His aimless headlong flight.
They patted Dog and praised him up,
Dog couldn't work it out.
He did the same as he always did
But never got the clout.
So Dog was sold, the deal was sealed,
His tail with joy did wag.
He travelled forth in pride of place;
The front seat of the Jag.
And Father moaned, (with tongue in cheek)
"To see him work those sheep;
I let the doctor rip me off,
I sold the dog too cheap!"
© Bob Magor. All Rights Reserved