Wake up to bush poetry
Why not wake up to a sando poem
When u see your friends remember to show em
Loneliness will flee, and you’ll be in a state of glee,
Because words are like seeds when u sow em.
This poem thing began when I lived in the bush,
I felt connected as I sat on my country tush,
On the back of a horse while mustering cows,
I noticed the interaction between their four stomachs and bowels.
They would eat their lucerne and chew their cuds,
I had a mouthorgan in the pocket of my working class duds,
And on the trip home my dog chomped on a toad,
While our happy little cows inadvertedly painted the road.
So how does that connect with poetry you ask,
Well I started writing songs while doing my tasks,
I was at peace with the world of vowels and things,
No matter if they had fur or flew with wings.
I was living on a farm with no access to television,
You’re crazy if u think that’s caused me a schism,
I spoke to the cows and listened to the owls,
And saw through this prism with non stop vowels.
I saw people and creatures as walking cartoons,
The rhymes in my head they evoked new tunes,
And no one ever knew of my perceived mirth,
Of boredom each day there was a complete dearth.
I imagined those cows listened while chewing their cud,
Thinking to themselves, “here comes another dud,”
Then the dog would sing as the mouthorgan flowed,
“This might be the time to paint the road.”
So cultivate your poetic vibe if you can ,
Regardless of your preferred tribe in your land,
And as you turn on your verbal tap,
It will flow like water with
Rhymes falling into your lap.