Australians.
Many men have sought to tame her
Many men have played their hand Many men have come to court her From far and distant lands But the men who'll win her favour And take her for their wife Are the men who love Australia And will give to her their life. She's the Queen of Southern Waters And we, her dev-o-tees Protect her sons and daughters In this land that's girt by seas This wide brown land that we call home Where the golden wattles blow Is the land from which we'll no more roam As we watch our children grow Now our children call her mother This land we took to wife In this world there'll be no other For who, we'll offer up our life We see into the future A world --- free from wars and pain Where our children and their children Are all --- Australians........ The Anointed, |
I didn’t see no yellow tins, light beer, aint on their page
They seemed to like high octane and Green Tins are all the rage I saw the old man lying there, Green Tins all scattered round With a young bloke there beside him, just squatting on the ground Did the old man take a fall I asked? Should we help him to his feet? Or should we call an ambulance? But the young bloke didn’t speak So I knelt beside the old man with his hair of silver grey And was just about to help him up, when I heard the young man say He’s only Green Tin dreaming mate, in the morning he’ll be right It’s just that Green Tin Dreaming helps him make it through the night He don’t like it on the mission, but his family all live there Where his pension every fortnight buys his tucker, smokes and beer Ah, them Yellow Tins they might be right when you’re at the Rodeo When you’re laughing and you’re joking with them folk that you don’t know But when the darkness of the night -- descends, and you needs to numb your brain It’s time to buy another box of them Green Tins once again. Yea! He’s only Green Tin Dreaming mate in the morning he’ll be right It’s just that Green Tin Dreaming helps him make it through the night They tried to change his way of life, but they filled his mind with doubt And I guess he’s just forgotten what his life was all about So I’m sitting here beside me mate in the shade of this old tree In the sandy bed of the River Todd, where he sleeps so peacefully But if we don’t change the system, the years will roll on by And he’ll keep on Green Tin Dreaming until the day he dies I couldn’t sleep at all last night, as in my swag I lay Those words--- they kept on haunting me as I heard that young man say, “He’s only Green Tin dreaming mate, in the morning he’ll be right It’s just that Green Tin Dreaming helps him make it through the night He don’t like it on the mission, but his family all live there Where the only things he has in life, is his tucker, smokes and beer And if we don’t change the system, the years will roll on by And he’ll keep on Green Tin Dreaming until the day he dies.”....The Anointed. |
Poetically we wander ---
Through this land of ours and ponder O’re the wonder and the beauty of it all The moonlight casting shadows From the mountains o’re the meadows While the night birds sing their songs in timbers tall. Camped on a creek among the frogs We hear the howling of the dogs Wild dingoes baying at a winter’s moon Now the icy winds are blowing Down the mountain and we’re knowing That we’ve gotta get agoing --- mighty soon. Some say we must be crazy, A pair of poets --- born bone lazy For we are like a pair of rolling stones But we’d consider it a loss --- To simply sit and gather moss So, we roll across this land we call our own. And we hope that in our stories, You’ll sense the heartaches, and the glories Of the people that we meet along the way Or see the beauty and the wonder Of this glorious land down under And realise the price, that our parents had to pay. For this wondrous land we live in Was once harsh and unforgiving Until opened up by people such as you Irish, Germans, Poms and Asians, With blood and tears have forged this nation Whose emblem is the Emu and the Roo For the Emu nor the kangaroo Can take a backward step that’s true Like them --- we must move forward if we dare So let us make the rafters ring ---- And with joyful strains now let us sing The song that all Australians love --- “ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR”.....The anointed. |
THE DEBT Collector.
His speech was slow and sometimes slurred Weren’t real steady on his pins And his hair once black had turned to silver gray He loved to sit out on the verandah Reminiscing to the kids But by then his mind was fading fast away. He were’nt no mental genius He couldn’t read or write His parents never had no time for school Yet he could talk on any subject And with the best he’d hold his own I tell you mate that man was no one’s fool. He was born down south in Maitland Where he spent his younger years ‘Till he headed off to fight in world war one With his best mate there beside him They received their duffle bags Plus their uniforms, their bayonets and their guns. They had both grown up together Never spent a day apart The people in that town had called them twins And they gave the local cop some hell But he toed them into line Then he had to say goodbye to Bill and Jim. But Jim, he never came back home Bill returned all by himself Then he sired and raised a family of eight And I’m sure that no one’s heard him Ever speak about that war Or mention what had happened to his mate. And yet I’ve got a vague idea He said something ‘bout that war Yet not to me, but to someone back in time For he said, “I ain’t forgotten mate They never paid their debt Before that bloody armistice was signed. Then one day out on the veranda When his mind had totally gone I sat and gazed into the eyes of him And I’m sure I saw them sparkle As a smile spread o’er his face He was somewhere in the past with his mate Jim. So if you make that final journey And you travel back through time To where, the world and everything began And if you pass among the trench’s In those killing fields of old Would you search awhile for that silver headed man? For he’ll be there within those trench’s Standing by his old mate Jim Who lays there in the mud among the dead And his three-o will be melting As he collects the price for Jim With his rifles smoking barrel, glowing red. And you aint never going to stop him Till that debt’s been paid in full For he believes he has permission from above But before you travel onward In those gentle streams of time Please whisper, that his grandson sends his love..... The Anointed. |
THE AUSSIE STOCKMAN
The thunder of the cattle hooves across the western plains Dark clouds out on the horizon, not clouds that promise rain But billowing plumes of blue grey smoke that pale the setting sun To the horses lads and ride like mad, there’s a battle to be won. She’s burnin’ on a three-mile front and the wind it’s risin’ fast We’ll all be sore and sorry lads before this night is past We’ll have to stop her at the river or kiss the stock goodbye It seems a daunting battle boys, but at least we gotta try. Go cut the boundary fences Stan, if we can’t stop this burnin’ There’ll be no livin’ creature left in them paddocks come the mornin’ And get that truck across the river Jack, don’t bog the heavy plow Cos we gotta get that firebreak cut within the flamin’ hour. She’s comin’ at a rate of knots, fanned by that swirlin’ wind The skies, rainin’ red hot embers now, grab anything you can Branches, bags, or saddle cloths, don’t let them spot fires spread Cos we’ve lost the flamin battle boys, if she jumps that river bed. Keep burnin’ back from the firebreak and I think we’ll have her beat Where’s them water bags young fella? come on lad, back on ya feet I know it’s bloody rough out here, it’s enough to break your heart But them men, they’ll perish in this heat if you don’t play your part. Strike me pink, you bloody beauty’s, you’ve stopped her in her tracks Blackened faces streaked with tears, weary arms and achin’ backs You fought it to a finish lads, though at times I thought you’d choke You’ve earned yourself a just reward, come on mates, let’s have a smoke. And that’s your Aussie stockman mate, don’t mind a beer, don’t mind a fight And battlin’ grassfires in the dark, well, that’s just another night And yet, better men you’ll never find, you can trust ‘em with your life You can trust ‘em with your money mate, just don’t trust ‘em with your wife. The Anointed. |
GODS COUNTRY
I’m torn between the cities, with their flashing neon lights And the sand dunes of my western home where I’d often lie at nights And gaze upon the heavens so crystalline and clear, While the distant howl of dingoes was music to my ears. To see that desert burst to life with just an inch of rain A kaleidoscope of colours; Ah to be there once again. But of all the places in this land I think I’d rather be Where the forests of the Daintree sweep down toward the sea, With its miles of golden beaches and waters glistening in the sun This is Gods own country to be shared with everyone....... The Anointed. |
A VOICE FROM THE GRAVE.
She had just heard the news on the wireless Of the war that had spread like a storm When she turned and saw in the light from door Her child in a uniform. Silhouetted by gold from a light that was cold Cold light from a dying sun As he stood there with pride she gasped then she cried Oh! what have you gone and done? I’ve joined the army dear mother said he I’ll cross the great waters, strange lands will I see Adventures await me, so mother I go To Egypt, then countries where we’ll meet our foe. Oh my boy, cried his mother, war isn’t a game It’s not, bang bang you’re dead then you get up again It’s men gone insane, bayonets dripping with gore Ah! Could I but shield you from the horrors of war. Then tell me dear mother what should I do? Give up my chance of glory for you Stay here by your side while we watch all the others Waving goodbye to their fathers and mothers? I’ll not be branded a coward, god damn I’m no longer your baby, I’ve grown, I’m a man A man she sighed as he walked away A man who’d turned seventeen today. How long had she waited for his letter to come? And tears welled in her eyes as she read, “Dearest mum I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m missing you so Forgive me dear mother, but I just had to go. I had to see Egypt, Ah! what history lies here But tomorrow they’re shipping us out I fear Don’t know where we’re going and no one will tell But I’ve heard on the grapevine, it’s the Dardanelle’s” In the still of the night when the world was all quite She felt a sensation inside Like a child in her womb, crying out from the gloom Help me mother, I’m caught by the tide. Then her pale spirit rose from her body that dozed It lifted then drifted away To stand on the sand of a far foreign land Where her poor wretched baby lay He’d been drowned by the tide and he lay where he died Caught up in the wire ‘neath the waves And the ocean ran red with the blood that was shed By our brave Anzac boys that day. And her spirit it stayed with her boy where he laid Her boy who had grown to a man For they found her next day cold lifeless and gray With his letter still clasped in her hand......... The Anointed. |
MY MOTHER MY COUNTRY
This is my country, the land of my birth, Where my ancestral spirit’s roam Sixty long years I’ve toiled in her soil, This is my land, it’s my home. For six generations, my fathers, Have battled the droughts and the floods And have won from her soil a living, And some even offered their blood, In defense of this land and her people, And though their bones lay in foreign ground Their spirits returned to this beloved land, for with her are their destinies bound. And they merge with the land and her creatures, With the forests the lakes and the sea With her they are one and I am their son, In fact, those spirits are me. So, I walk through, and talk to my mother, To the mountains the rivers and streams And she speaks of the past and the present And of the future she holds in her dreams. She speaks of the times of destruction, Before the advent of man And reveals all the scars and the pox marks, Just some of the terrible wounds, Inflicted by star stones from heaven, And she knows that the day must come When from out of that dark void above us, Will be hurled the killer stone. Rugged, wave torn and wind swept, Her old mountains gaze out o’er the sea And the sigh of the wind through those craggy clefts, Sing the songs of old history. They sing of the time when all lands were one, One land in a watery world And how the life of that time was bought to an end, When a killer stone was hurled. When, from out of that dark and endless pit, A star came crashing to earth From that one great land of origin, All the continents were given birth. She speaks of the giants who ruled that land, Plus, near all of the life that it bore Which were piled in mounds of rotting flesh, In the valleys and along the shores, Of those shattered lands as they drifted apart, And Lord, how those gulfs have grown How many millions and millions of years Has she waited here all alone. Waited and longed to become once again, One with the lands of her birth To bridge the gulf and share with the world, The bountiful fruits of her earth. To walk hand in hand with each sister land As they seek the salvation of man For though earth is doomed, Their children will roam, throughout new heavenly lands. In the wind her voice sighs, my child I must die, So take from me all that you need, When in the heavens you fly, to those world’s way on high, Remember, you are my seed. When, the earth and the sun, have again become one Will you kneel on those worlds way on high And remember the womb from which you were born? Goodbye my children goodbye………. The Anointed |
THE FEUD
He sat there on the veranda a smouldering pipe hung from his mouth And his old grey eyes grew misty as he gazed towards the south Far out on the horizon where the blue skies kissed the sands Was the ridge that marked the boundary of what used to be his land. His neighbour, Clem McDougal, may he rot there in his grave He stole that land some thirty years ago, and it was legal so they say But not everything that’s legal, is on the strictly up and up. Nah! he stole that land the mongrel, now he’s left it to his pup. Young Matt McDougal, Clem’s only son, he got the flamin lot But anything that sprung from old Clem’s loins should be taken out and shot. God! he hated all McDougal’s, as did his younger daughter Jess Who had cared for the ageing stockman ever since her mother’s death. Now Jess was a bit promiscuous, she weren’t a virgin, but that’s no sin There’d been a few blokes in her life, especially one young gentleman And she thought she really loved him, till the day she had to chose Between him and her ageing father, of course the young bloke had to lose. Cos she loved that old man dearly as only a daughter can And there weren’t a thing in heaven or earth, especially not a man Who could drive a wedge between them, or so the young girl thought But true love would turn her upside down, and bring her previous plans to nought. ‘Twas on a hot and sultry summer’s day, down by the water hole, Just a few miles from the homestead, to where Jess would often stroll It weren’t nothin’ like your coastal creeks, crystal clear and runnin’ cool. Nah! it was warm and still and muddy like most western river pools. Well young city girls they might perspire, but western women sweat And her skin was hot and clammy, her clothes all soaked and wet They clung to her slender body, almost like a second skin And that water looked so inviting, that Jess opted for a swim. Well, it seemed a bit erotic, floating naked beneath the sky As she watched a brilliant lacewing hover near then flutter by. She saw it circle for a moment until it finally come to rest, On a firm pink rounded island, and that island was her breast. Then a movement on the farther bank, caught the corner of her eye, ‘Twas her neighbour Matt McDougal and she gave a startled cry. But Matt, he hadn’t seen her, and she gave him such a fright When he worked out what had happened, his face it first turned white, Then it went a brilliant crimson as he quickly turned his back And apologized profusely. Now if it hadn’t been for that, If he had made some crude or corse remark like other blokes she’d known She would have quickly bundled up her clothes, and headed back for home. But his innocence, his childlike ways, it bought the demon out in Jess So, she accused young Matt of spyin’ till he spun round in defence And there emerging from the water, silhouetted by the sun Was the goddess of love Aphrodite, or was it Venus carved in stone? Well, it didn’t matter much to Matt, cos he weren’t seein’ thru his eyes. His whole body sensed her presence, he felt more than his hot blood rise. Jess had him by the heartstrings and the other ones as well. A McDougal now would suffer, god, she was gonna give him hell. That’s the way the whole thing started, Jess wanted to hurt him bad. And get a little sweet revenge for what had happened to her dad. Matt would see the thing he wanted most and know he’d never get it For what a McDougal had done to her dad in the past, a McDougal would now regret it. Well Jess confided in her sister, who was married with kids of her own. They never saw each other much, but conversed a lot by phone, Her sister had married the Johnston boy, from the districts largest station And to her, young Jess, now confessed, she’d lost control of the situation. But her older sister Margaret had smelt it in the wind, Cos in their recent conversations Jess had only spoke of him. Then just before the B&S, that’s the Bachelors and Spinsters ball Their old man who’d been out ridin’, went and took a nasty fall. Didn’t seem to be much damage, you couldn’t see a cut or bruise But he complained of internal injuries and his legs they wouldn’t move. So, they kept him in for observation, cos they couldn’t take a chance. Which left Jess at home all alone, at the time of the annual dance. Now she went to the ball with her sister, who had organised the show But the warnin’ bells were ringing and she knew she shouldn’t go. Cos Matt was gonna met her there, and now just the sound of his name Made her tingle inside and her heart wild like a moth fluttering around a flame. After a drink or two I guess she knew, but I don’t think she gave a fig She was held so close by the man she now loved, and lord young Matt was big Their bodies entwined they danced a dance that nobody else there knew Their knees were swaying their hips gyrating but their feet just didn’t move. Well, they couldn’t wait, goin out the back and into Matt’s waiting car They headed for home where they could be alone, but they never got that far, Their first stop was at the three mile and there by the road in the dust Consummated their love ‘neath the bright stars above, but didn’t quench their lust. Five more times that car ground to a halt, before reaching Jess’s place It could be the air in the west cos I swear, there was longing still on his face Three days and nights he stayed there with Jess, hell, the man was a bloody wreck, Have you ever gone even half that long on nothing but coffee and sex? Now the old man, he’s out on the verandah, sittin’ there in his favourite chair Which was ragged and worn, the edges all torn, just a little bit worse for wear, And upon his lap the young twins sat, laughin’ and sqealin’ with glee, Ridden the buckin’ bronco, their tiny legs astride each knee. And his elder daughter sat on the stairs, she’d come to visit that day Her eyes were fixed on the smilin’ old man but her thoughts were miles away She reminisces, I remember the time he first bought it up, and told me about his plan To marry off Jess and square up with Clem, and get back the family land. It was he who suggested Jess go for a swim, on that hot and sultry day After ringing young Matt and telling him, to get his bloody strays From off our flamin’ waterhole or else he’d shoot the lot, Things then all had to be left to chance but at least it was worth a shot. Then with feedback from me the old man could see that nature was takin’ its course And just before the B&S he took that fall from the horse, God, I hope he don’t ever audition for one of them TV plays Cos his acting was so atrocious, in the end I had to pay, That doctor was gonna send him home, he knew he was bungin’ one on But a word in his ear, a few quid for some beer and he soon changed his flamin’ song, Yeah, like clockwork it ran, the old mans plan, plus he got a bonus as well Cos Jess inherited our mothers temper, now Mcdougal’s life it’s hell. Hey there goes young Matt, streakin’ out the back, oh god. he’s a fool of man He’s stopped to turn and argue, and Jess got him with the fryin’ pan. Well old man, your showin’ your age, but there’s nothin’ wrong with your noodle The only shame is that your grandkids names, have to be McDougal. The Anointed. |
THE HEALING STONES
He sits there in the shadows as the piccaninny dawn Finally fades away to darkness once again The dying embers of his campfire Project figures on the wall Shadows dancing in the embers dying flames. Amid the paintings of his fathers Etched in the living rock He listens to the voices of the stones All the stories of his dreamtime Songs echoing from the past To the rhythm of the clacking of the bones. The gentle murmurings of the waters In the river there close by Sing the songs he heard while still a little child And his spirit deep within him Dances with the native dogs As land and waters tell the tales of dingoes wild. And he sees there in the morning mists All rising from the earth Ancestors from his long lost yesteryears Rays of light, like fingers spreading Ascending from the past Then once again his time of darkness disappears. Squatting there before the campfire A tin mug in his hand He stands, and bathes in the glory of those rays Kicking dirt upon the fires remains He saddles his old mare With one last look towards the rock he rides away. His heart still singing there within him His soul so light and free His spirit dancing with his fathers round the flames But should the darkness of life’s changings Descend upon his soul once more He’ll return to touch the healing stones again. The Anointed. |
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