Our Andy 's gone a drovin'
out where the stockmen roam
far in the bush
a cattle push
He won't be comin home
At least not for a year or so
Or when the rains return
and who knows where
the grazin 's fair
in this bloody summer burn
Our Andy 's gone a drovin
for to bring the money home
a cattle push
out in the bush
Where all good stockmen roam.
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Very Albertaesque...
I know this is about "home", but this also feels like scenes that unfolded here in Cattle Country Alberta not that long ago. Thanks for the flashback.
smiles,
ferg
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I like it
this has a nice "limmericky" bounce to it.
It tells a good story.
The way you have chosen to almost mirror the first and last verses lends a sense of a refrain.
I'm not sure why, but I was reminded of Robert Service's "The Cremation of Sam Mcgee"
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Splendid
I enjoyed this very much
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He'll be mingling with the dingos
and roos of many names
But with just a passing glance
for there he can't remain
Must keep driving for the auction
with a head two hundred strong
But thoughts be always whipping
back home where they belong
Hugs...Eddy
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bravo
Oh, this IS so excellent! Written by a skilled and very deft poetic hand! I loved it, loved it, absolutely loved it! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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Fantastic as usuall Tills. Kind of reminds me of the Eagles' song Desperado. Not sure if it was originally theirs though. Similar subject matter. "...You've been out mendin fences..." If I may ask, who is Andy? This one has such a rustic feel about it. Alot of poetry (to me) has this "poet-of-antiquity" feel to it, but this is more like cowboy poetry. Something you'd here some rugged old farmhand singing by the camp fire strumming a guitar.
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Andy is a bloke in the Henry Lawson poem that I nicked this idea from. Andy was also the name of me old granddad, who did a bit of droving in his day.
Pleased you enjoyed it, Jordan.
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Can you write something I don't enjoy? Don't think so, haven't read one I didn't like yet...and I've read em all.
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Hey
I just love your poetry for it always brings a smile to this old beat up face. Never stop with that magic pen
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Ta, for the kind words, Bob- a girl is always happy to see you have dropped by.
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