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A BUSHMANS CAMP .. ( A little long but worth the read )

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Skies now darkening from pastle shades
Mountains turn to a deeper blue~
Close now lit fire burning bright
Large pot of natural wildernes bush stew~

Lighting pipe now bushmans meditation
In only a bushmans way~
Thinking some of loved ones past
And times gone of a better day~

Swag all ready for the rolling out
Fly tent all fixed and tied~
Music begins of natural bush
Clothes all now washed and dried~

Horse unrigged and holted loose
Graces close in peace and evening breeze~
Breezes suggesting a night of rest
Now whispering among the trees~

Fire crackling good company
Smoking very little hot the fire~
Started by bushman with smallest sticks
And a little old dry brier~

The fragrance of dinner soon to be
Old dog rests some and snorts a dream~
Getting late now all is quiet
Can even hear water running in yonder stream~

Socks and jeans all washed and clean
Ready for another day~
All dressed now in camp clothes new
Bushman watches another day fade away~

Camp like home out here all alone
Just bushman horse and dog~
Fire letting bushman know
Ready for another log~

Dog comes to the bushmans side
And snuggles into another spot~
At the feet so warm and neat
Best friend a man has got~

Dog awaits a mouth organ tune
As after dinner this he knows~
That some music he will hear
Out here that's the way it goes~

Dinner eaten some put aside
For breakfast bushman and dog~
Dog awakes and looks around
Just a lizard on a log~

Horse raises head and glances about
To see what dog is searching for~
Dog sniffs the air as if somethings out there
And lays down again on natures floor~

Bushman plays a little tune
Sings a small old fashioned song~
Makes the fire all safe once more
Towards bed roll stroles along~

Tucks himself in for the night
Dog gets as close as he can~
Horse all tied up nearby as well
Silence fills the land~

Stars they shine as stars only do
The moon is hidden by a cloud~
Before the bushman goes to sleep
Night bird cries out loud~

Horse it blows a noise of content
Dog he gives a snort~
Bushman takes a little sip
Of his favourite port~

Another day has faded away
Tomorrow much the same~
Clouds they look a little dark
Tomorrow might have rain~

Fire dims and skies go dark
The stars are brighter still~
Silence sounds as silence does
It's off to sleep for all until~


Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2003

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