As I was fishing the old man river
line drifting gently I felt a strong shiver
then up jumped a bream strumming his guitar
while the shrimp cycled fast along that old sand bar
No grog today so what could I say
Then the cod started beating his drums
while the goanna did backstroke downstream
and my heart really sank for no iPhone I had to record all this
Who would ever believe that I wasn’t pissed?
The dingo don’t bark but he sure could sing
and the yabbis blinded me with their bright blue bling!
The river was hoppin and boppin along
Who’d have thought critters could raise such a song?
This was a story I’d eat out on for life
as we all sung the catchy chorus
all we need now is a brontosaurus
When fishing alone you will see some strange sights
set to ignite disbelief and delight
Now who would believe we could have such good fun
down by the river in that late afternoon sun
Did this make you smile?
16.8.17
Beautiful!
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It sure did!😊 Loved the humour and the verse.
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I did enjoy looking up the animal names that I was not familiar with. I could very easily imagine this with the rainbow bass, crayfish, and snapping turtles that inhabit my little creek 🙂
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lol I wanted to make this quintessentially Australian … but it could relate to other fun river sides 🙂
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It definitely made me smile, it was a fun and playful read! 🙂
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All smiles here! Wonderful poem! 🙂
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Excellent poetry, Kate and so nice to be sitting and doing what u like down by the River. Apt picture of fishing in the clear seas
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I adore fishing. If a someone stands up at my funeral and says, “he liked fishing” then that will be enough for me.
My cousin (who I also adore) wrote me a poem entitled ‘the fisherman’ which started, ‘In the morning he rises before the sun ….’ and the poem continues, like ‘The Tale of the Ancient Mariner’ on that line describing the fisherman’s actions and emotions as the day progresses.
Unfortunately I only recall the last two lines ….
“In the evening he returns, smelling of strong drink,
And the truth is not in him.”
Thank you for reminding me.
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lol hmmm your cousin knows you well … maybe who ever lives longest can do the eulogy for the other 😉
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Your poem is brilliant… Being quintessentially Australian makes it all the more fantastic! I loved the rhythm your lines formed. Isn’t it always the little critters that make the most noise! Keep entering contests, I am going to give one a go, but I’d hate to be a judge…
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🙂 🙂 It did! 🙂 🙂
I felt like I was there! And the word pics are vivid!
A day by the water is always entertaining and relaxing to me!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Sure made me smile, loved the humour, very Aussie, a new vernacular, a new Patterson 🙂
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it originated in Brewarrina by the river with a family of traditional land owners . had to amuse the kids 🙂
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Very imaginative, great imagery. A smile from this corner. 🙂
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😃😃😃😃See all my smiles. Thanks
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🤡🤡🤡🤡it made me smile..no doubt about it..
I said this many times but i will say it again.you have the.talent of infusing wisdom over humor..and this is again one of those..
How exciting it would be to truely understand and experience nature at its best…the shrimp may not literally be cycling …but if we take a closer look at it..they look like they really are cycling..
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