Aunty Mill and Uncle Jack
It was a cold and windy day
Out on the weathered track,
When Aunty Mill and Aunty May
Went searching for old Jack.
He’d left his home the day before–
He hadn’t said a word,
And now he sat upon the track;
At least that’s what they’d heard.
Aunty Mill was very wide–
Her temper hot as curry;
While Aunty May was very thin–
And prone to anxious worry.
Now Aunty Mill, she liked to nag;
So Jack was mostly quiet,
But when he said his two bobs worth
It nearly caused a riot.
Mill was Uncle Jack’s “good wife,”
And May her elder sister;
Mill was praying, to herself,
That Jack had surely missed her.
The two went searching for “that brute”
As sternly as could be,
But hoped that he had not gone far–
’Twas almost time for tea.
Mill saw a man along the track–
Just sitting on the ground.
She recognised that it was Jack;
He didn’t make a sound.
“I’m willing to forgive you Jack,
Although you’ve wronged me so,
Or May will leave this house, with me”;
She stood and had her go.
Jack mumbled something to himself,
He knew that he was beat,
And after thinking on it,
Rose slowly to his feet.
He stood and slyly glanced at Mill,
Then turned and walked away
Along the track, back to the house,
To face another day.
© Michael , 2010
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I love reading the Australian poets of yesteryear, especially Henry Lawson and ‘Banjo’ Paterson.
So I thought that I would try my hand at some Aussie bush poetry.
Let me know what you think…
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