 I`m just your average “Aussie-Bloke”. I currently live in
the Tweed Valley in northern NSW Australia under the shadow of an extinct
volcano, (Well, Bloody Hope So). Although I‟ve lived here most of my
life, it all began back in 1959 in the little western Qld town of
Blackall. After moving with my parents onto a farm in the Tweed I finished
school and went on to become an electrician, coach-driver, hospital
wardsman, cardboard-box maker, traffic controller then a labourer.
Although I once thought good grammar was a pie me grandma often made,
I‟m not too good with big words and I don‟t claim to be some
flash-poet, I‟ve always liked to tell the odd joke and write a few
tales, so I thought I‟d better get something down in some organized
way before me‟ use-by date comes `round.
I reckon most of my inspiration came from
the variety of characters I‟ve met at work, hence my stories,
although fiction, are generally based on life‟s experiences and
I‟m sure everyone can relate to at least one. I mostly write poems
that are no longer than one page, non-offensive, non-gender specific;
where possible I exclude names of places or persons (with the exception of
a few personal tribute poems) and there is no reference to religion. My
main objectives are to look to the lighter side of life, help preserve the
good ol` Aussie-Humour/Slang and hopefully encourage people to look around
and appreciate what we`ve got that makes us unique. Oh!! Just in case you‟re having trouble,
G’day is pronounced "GUDAY."
Well I
reckon that`s about it for me. Grab a couple of mates around a campfire,
relax and do ya best to get through the book...
"Well I
hope ya day gets better from here on"
"I‟ve done the
drudge, you be the judge."
Scruff
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Timber Cutter
As the chainsaw finally
stops hummin‘
I breathe a sigh as I hear the big
Cummins
For it‘s been another hard day‘s
slog
Blood, sweat and tears for just a few
logs
There‘s been a time of danger
With a branch from
above no stranger
It‘s a tough and sometimes lonely
job
Then there‘s the Enviro‘ and Political
mob
A timber-cutter‘s bond is seldom
seen
For family and Mates it‘s always as a
team
Our foremost to provide for our spouse
But only for us, the
others would have no house
Although I ponder all my years of
exploit
At least now I‘ve got time to scratch the old
coit.
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