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A poem for the grey nomads

By Caddie Brain

Tuesday, 5 June  2012 

If you drive along the Stuart Highway at the moment, it's just one long line of white caravans headed in both directions.

With the cooler months upon us, the grey nomads are out in force.

There's queues at the petrol bowsers, and the caravan parks are full.

It inspired our resident bush poet here at the Northern Territory Country Hour Jim Spain, to pen a few words -

Ramblin' the road that leads to everywhere is mighty good for your soul.

Do not select a particular place, have anywhere as your goal –

Road to Everywhere.

There s a road that leads to everywhere across rolling hills and plains,

by red dirt it is painted, 

even down flat culvert drains.

It stretches to high mountains where wide winged eagles soar, 

it plunges down to valleys and where mighty rivers roar 

then meanders to far oceans with a whitened crystal shore.

Rolling hills dressed in their greenery are solace to your eye, 

as a portrait with a backdrop, a softly tinted sky.

Saltbush plains are finely dotted with pincushion mimosa clumps, 

while corrugated, winding mountain tracks or gravelled trails with stumps, 

cause an exhilaration in a pounding heart which thumps.

Torrential rains rush to the South to make all rivers run - 

with sparkling, glistening water which dances in the sun.

So take the Road to Everywhere, to connect with every other one.

©. Rimeriter circa 2000.

Psycus Pete.

Psycus Pete.

Now Psycus Pete and his purple van

should be seen by every man,

of course by every woman too.

Be seen by me. Be seen by you.

What is that colour named aubergine ?

Perhaps auberguine should never be seen

except way out in the far, far west

where red dust rises and covers the rest,

would obscure the colour and bullet holes

while Psycus Pete performs and cajoles,

entertains as only he can

should be seen by every man,

of course by every woman too.

Be seen by me. Be seen by you.

So goodness sake seek the Pukka Truka,

before you run out of that thing called lucka,

head out you must to the Terratry

from wherever you happen to be

say

“G’day“

to Psycus Pete, before he spreads his wings

then finds those bigger and better things

"It's going to be sad to say goodbye"

to him and of course his purple van

which should be seen by every man,

of course by every woman too.

Be seen by me. Be seen by you.

© Rimeriter 2/12/11

Monday, 21 November  2011

Psycus Pete farewells his Pukka Trucka

By Caddie Brain - ABC Rural.

Note : an internet item specified above encouraged me to put these few words together.