Introduction

This one works either in its original form as song lyrics, or as a bush poem. Anyone on the land can identify with this. A tongue-in-cheek look at the rural lifestyle......

No News, Much.........

My brother phoned the other day,
He lives in Sydney, far away
He asked me how I was and what was on
I said, "things up here are pretty quiet
But I'll give you a run-down if you like"
And this is what I said to brother John.

"We've been fencin', drenchin', shearin' too
There's really not a lot to do
Except for feedin' hay and plantin' wheat
The wife has had it pretty quiet
She's in bed by 3am each night
And sleeps 'till 6am, oh what a treat.

The sheepdog died the other day
But the wife can bark, so that's okay
She tends to bite a lot, but so did Jess
And the rams are crook, they just can't screw
So the bulls are doing that job too
I reckon lambing time will be a mess.

Yeah, things are pretty quiet 'round here
I've even had time for a beer
From the batch the missus brewed last Saturday
But I guess the good times just can't last
My time for peace and quiet will pass
'cause the kids are due back soon for holidays!"

Copyright; Helen Pollock