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Published: August 13th 2009
This section is dedicated to poetry that's been written by us, for us, about us or poems that we've found on our journey that we've liked! Hope you like them as much as we do!
30/08/09 - Caravan Bliss by an unknown but obviously experienced caravanner! Poem found at Bedrock Village
22/08/09 - Another Ode to the Wallaby Wanderers by Graham Kettle (Sarah's Dad)
15/08/09 - Australia by Caroline's Mum and Dad (from Kangaroojack)
12/08/09 - An Ode to the Wallaby Wanderers on the Road by Kanagaroojack
Bedrock Bush Poetry
12/08/09 - Reticulated, All in a Word by Wallaby Wanderers
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30/08/09 - Caravan Bliss by an unknown but obviously experienced caravanner! Poem found at Bedrock Village
There was movement on the station
So wrote the famous man
But how did Banjo know this?
Had he towed a caravan?
Perhaps Banjo had been woken
In a van park from his sleep,
Some two hours before sunrise
By strange noises from the deep
The eerk, eerk, eerk of van legs
Being wound up in the dark
As the nocturnal travellers
Start to wake the sleeping park
Then just like some feral mating call
Some others answer back
With their eerk, eerk flaming chorus
As the first starts down the track
Everything they pack is metallic
And it clatters, bangs and dongs
As they bark loud instructions
Amid the hollow clack of thongs
And now it’s best to warm the motor
If you’re leaving in the dark
Especially if it’s diesel
Why not wake the whole damn park
When it comes time to hook on
You hear the circus start
More left, not right, I said this way
You brainless old fart
How dare you call me brainless
You ungrateful, senile drone
If you don’t want my directions
Do it on your bloody own
By now the doors are slamming
Just to finish off the show
You sure you turned off the gas?
She yells “just bloody go, go, go”
Now it’s almost daylight
And the camp picks up the pace,
As these grey nomad gypsies
Begin their morning race
For the next park is their target
Where like metallic ants they flock
For the first in gets the best shade
And the nearest to the toilet block
There are miles of zippers zinging
As the tents fold up to go
And the campervan doors are grinding
As they whiz bang to and fro
Now in the park it’s show time
Magic moments all can share
You prepare for the entertainment
As you grab your beer and chair
For here come the new arrivals
With their wives all looking terse
If you thought leaving was a hassle
Well arriving’s ten times worse!
Cause hand waving female logic
With male thinking don’t compute
So a jack knife on a van site
Soon erupts in hot dispute
It’s as good as any circus
Wives and husbands on attack
As spectators in their deck chairs
Watch the rigs shunt up and back
There’re trees and shrubs to back thru
And water taps of course
Then the happy couple go inside
To contemplate divorce
It’s 7pm cheap phone calls
It’s a rush for all to get through
Three phones for ninety people
And you’re the last one in the queue
The callers are always yelling
Because their homes are far away
Forcing half the park to eavesdrop
On every word they have to say
You drift off in peaceful slumber
Sweet dreams flit through your brains
Till 5 o’clock in the morning
Eerk, eerk - here we go again!
Ah well you might as well get up
For you feel your bladder screaming
You rush up to the toilet block
On no! It’s closed for cleaning!
So if you reach the caravan park
And things are quite amiss
Don’t worry it will all come good
It’s part of Caravan Bliss!
Source: Unknown
Obviously an experienced caravanner
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22/08/09 - Another Ode to the Wallaby Wanderers by Graham Kettle (Sarah's Dad)
Years ago we had a dream to spend some time abroad.
We racked our brains assessing just how much we could afford.
We wondered where to travel to. Did it matter where?
But Australia was favourite as we have connections there.
We doubted it would happen. Were we really bold enough?
To travel round Australia, were we made of the right stuff?
How long should we go for? Months, perhaps a year?
And how would we finance it? It might be just too dear.
But good old Royal Mail, where I’d worked both man and boy,
Offered me redundancy. I nearly jumped for joy.
The pension and redundancy were little pots of gold.
So we vowed to make our dream come true before we were too old.
To cut a longer story short, we went and had a ball.
We relish every memory - too many to recall.
Our daughter Sarah, still quite young, was really quite impressed
And said one day she’d do the same and started to invest.
We thought she’d think of travelling in quite a few years hence
So we offered to do what we could to help with the expense.
Imagine our astonishment when she said on Christmas Day,
We’ve got a year’s “sabbatical” - we’re travelling next May!!
So off she and her husband flew and bought a caravan,
And a four-wheel-drive to tow it with and then their tour began.
We like to think we gave them the idea for their tour
But they’ve taken what we managed and added plenty more
They regularly get in touch and send some details through.
Daily records on the “web” of what they’ve been up to.
Where they’ve been, what they’ve seen, what next they plan to do.
Where they’ve camped, what they’ve eaten - cooked on a barbecue.
Added to the travelblogs are lovely photographs
All the information shows they’re having loads of laughs.
We often wondered what inspires the reports that they send back.
Imagine our surprise to learn it’s a kangaroo called Jack!
Now they are more adventurous than we could ever be
They’ve been to places, seen some things that we will never see.
They’re only half way through their trip, still lots more to do.
And we know they’ll work together to help each other through.
And so the intrepid wallabies wander on their way.
We wonder what excitement will befall them both today.
But they’re fit and young and having fun and following a dream
And enjoying life together - a very special team.
So keep on wandering Wallabies , continue having fun.
Enjoy the Aussie lifestyle, the wildlife and the sun,
The scenery , the barbecues, the outback and the coast.
For you will never tire of what Australia can boast.
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14/08/09 - Australia by Caroline's Mum and Dad (of Kangaroojack)
Caroline and Andy, Sarah and Darryl are touring Australia in summer apparel The days are very hot but the nights can be cold, To escape the wet England they are very bold Darryl and Sarah Caroline and Andy Met outside Cairns by gosh that was handy From Possums to spiders and snakes, oh! be wary kangaroos, and koalas and the odd cassowary The wedge tailed eagle on road kill they spy with camera in hand, the birds then do fly Their blogs are amazing and photos give cheer We hear they've been fossiking, then stop for a beer The gems that they found they took to the shop No fortunes here, so it's no time to stop They swim in the lakes and also the pools Watch out for the crocodiles as they are no fools The water is cold which cools them all down so back to the campsite and then into town A lamb roast for tea with veggies and dampers The campfire is lit and off with their jumpers The oven is placed on the embers that glow and in no time at all the food is a "Wow! Reticulated campsites they think are a must but oh dear when they get there "There's no room for us!" With no light pollution in the blackness of night Their stargazing is perfect, they exclaim with delight An inter planetary walk would be just the thing So next time they go a telescope they will bring So Darryl and Sarah, Caroline and Andy A good time they've had, no need to be dandy With kisses and hugs they go separate ways And promised to meet on some other day.
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12/08/09 - An Ode to the Wallaby Wanderers on the Road by Kangaroojack
The story started a while ago
An Australian adventure to dip our toe
A blog we wrote for Kangaroo Jack
Provided work to break our back
To write this blog took so much time
Our friends back home could view online
Two and a half hours a day we’d spend
To entertain all our friends
In Patrol, around we roam
A camper trailer became our home
From state to state we pull our home
The choice of campsite made us groan
From professional Wally a dog we met
To Woodstock farm, we owe a debt
Kept us from a tale of woe
To Victoria we couldn’t go
A ferry across the water we went
For wildlife viewing that was spent
Wombats, Quolls and Devils too
Thank goodness these weren’t in a zoo
In Perth we stay with Cliff and Sue,
My goodness they have a loo!
Their house so big all in cream
The view of the beach is just a dream
One day a message is shown
From people we have not known
Wallaby Wanderers are coming to Oz
For an adventure just because.
A year to take to travel round
To find Kangaroo Jack we will be found
In the Tablelands we meet
The Wallaby Wanderers we did greet
At Tinaroo Lake
We did bake,
Damper bread that formed a cake
On Inter planetarium fact
We shall use Stellarium to track
A gauntlet thrown a Cassowary to see
Pictures posted from us will be
On the blog proof is sound
A Cassowary will be found
At Bedrock Village we write this
Under the blue sky we don’t miss
The English weather cold and fowl
This poem was written for the Howells
So Darryl and Sarah
Couldn’t be fairer
A challenge we did get
To try to make a humorous ode
For tomorrow is when, you hit the road
In the dragsters you both speed
The safety plans you both heed
But now in Oz, you have Pie
She tows your home in which you lie
Your travels we hope will be safe and straight
On messages we will wait
When Internet access is good to believe
Messages we will leave
From Darryl and Sarah we part
This is just another start
So to end this ditty, we will try
From Kangaroo Jack we say goodbye!
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12/08/09 - Reticulated - All in a word by Darryl and Sarah aka the Wallaby Wanderers
Sometime ago, whilst still at home we happened upon on blog
The photos were great, the words read well so we chucked it on our log
We wondered if we’d meet them on our travels along the way
Australia is a big place but we’d give it our best shot, hey
They call themselves Kangaroo Jack, we’ve no idea why
But it comes across that they are just a lovely lady and guy
They’re blogging here, they’re blogging there, they’ve been around a bit
They’ve seen so much and come so far, 50 thousand kilometres, holy shit
So when we finally come to meet it was at Tinaroo
Where the lake is truly beautiful and wow, what a view
They taught us about the stars when the night sky twinkled brightly
And even about the camera that we both hold so very tightly
It seemed too good a bonding to split after just a day or two
The four of us have such a laugh we agreed it just wouldn’t do
First of all we decided to all stay an extra night
But now the plans have really changed almost out of sight!
We’ve got so much in common & we like many similar things
It’s not just the adventure or the knickers with the string!
We like to sing a little bit and it turns out they do too
But we don’t have a code yet for when the other needs a poo!
So here we are in Bedrock, the camp at Mount Surprise
Where we’ve spent the nights laughing and the days splitting our sides
Yesterday we fossicked for Topaz in the hills
And if it hadn’t been for Caroline we’d have a lot less jewels!
We’ve let them win at Mini Golf but kicked their arse at cards,
But this bloody poetry competition could well be our last!
We didn’t hear a prize mentioned but we think there will be one,
Even if it’s just that we are writing sitting in the sun.
So tomorrow is the day that we will go our separate ways,
It would be easy not to move on but the time just runs away.
The days we’ve spent with these guys have been tremendous fun
It’s a friendship that we know will last and we’ll see them somewhere in the sun.
But before we go there’s one more night and that’s a mystery
We board the campsite bus at five to tour with enquisitry!
Who knows where we are going, we’re really not quite sure
But one thing we are certain of is that it’s unlikely to be a bore
One last thing about this poem, there was a challenge set for us
We had to use a certain word and it’s inclusion we couldn’t suss
Then along came Steve, the snake expert, we were just so elated.
Because he looked at our mystery snake picture and said “No, it’s not RETICULATED”!
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Emma
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Poetry response
Although my allegiance should lie with Sarah and Darryl, I did like the Kangroojack poem slightly better, although well done, too both of you - ejoying the blogs keep up the good work... Emm XX