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24.01.2022 Clive Palmer F Off Well Clive Palmer I don’t know you, but I don’t like you very much, With our West Aussie way of thinking man, you are out of touch. You think our closed borders should not apply to the likes of you,... Well you can take a running jump mate, you make me wanna spew. You’ve taken us to court want the judges to say you can come in, Take the Premiers decision like a man, just cop it on the chin. Stay where you are till this insidious Virus thing is put to bed, We don’t want to be like Victoria every day counting dead. Use some bloody common-sense man but I think in that you’re lacking, One thing McGowan has, is the Sand Gropers unconditional backing. To sum up, you give us all the shits Clive, we don’t want you here, If you do cross our border hopefully someone tosses you out on your ear. Corin Linch 30/07/20



22.01.2022 In Memory of the Drovers Dedicated to the memory of Charles Torrance MacMicking ...Old Mac the last of the Kimberley drovers.

21.01.2022 Should be an electric fence I think

20.01.2022 Are You Blokes Doing Your Bit? There are another four poems that follow this one two of which were written by Julie Percy in reply to this one Check out my Bush Poet page for them all.



20.01.2022 The Cane Toad (Bufo Marinus) Like most Aussie pests introduced and now out of control

18.01.2022 Charity Should Begin at Home The government is bloody quick to hand money to other countries but our drought stricken pastoralists rarely get help quick enough

18.01.2022 Political Correctness Gone Mad How ironic that I get an email from YouTube saying my video which has been on YouTube for a few years is now age restricted. WTF is happening to the world I wonder?



18.01.2022 The Great Australian Freedom How I feel about those that come here and try to change us and/or whinge about this great country of ours

17.01.2022 A beautiful poem and inspirational message delivered with so much meaning, and something we all struggle with sometimes..self awareness and self loveXO

15.01.2022 The Family Farm Another poem that got me into strife must have been a bit close to the bone for some people

14.01.2022 A Killer Night Feed There is nothing better than butchering your own beef and the feed you have that night. Rib bones cooked on the coals I’m drooling just thinking about it

13.01.2022 A Meat Tax Some people have crazy ideas, a tax on this fella must have taking the piss. Still he was with PETA so what else would you expect.



12.01.2022 Today is R U Okay day so I'm asking are you okay R U Okay https://youtu.be/6W79j1dSXOI

10.01.2022 There was some woman on the radio the other morning, talking about how much blokes do around the house, seems some us are a bit slack. Any way the announcer finished off by `asking are you fella’s doing your bit?` I mean fair dinkum that’s a stupid question, of course I’d like to do more but I’m so busy and when I get home I’m buggered and just wanna put my feet up and have a beer. I mean, that’s only natural but of course I do my bit, Are you Blokes doing your Bit? Me and th...Continue reading

09.01.2022 Bruce Simpson the Packhorse Drover was at Camooweal spelling his plant and he got a bit sweet on my mother who was a single school teacher there at the time. I ...found this quite famous poem that Bruce wrote and he gave it to mum. This is a beautiful poem and I hope you like it as much as I do. Crippled You may rub your head on my coat old chap As you stand by the gate in pain And I loose the knot in the Greenhide strap That you never shall wear again You may nudge my hand as you’ve done so oft In the days that have gone for aye For you’ll carry me never again on watch Round the camp at the break of day -------- You will wait no more for the Stores to splash By the light of the storm lashed sky When the scrubs re-echo the thunders crash Round the camps on the Muranji No more by the night horse break you’ll doze In the chill of a winters night When the branches stir and the back-log glows And the stars wink cold and white ----- You will draught no more as the grey dust swirls From the camp and never again Will you wheel the rouges by the Stockyard Wings When we yard for the cattle trains We may find another with swinging gait To ride thro the trucking town And there will be others who’ll quietly wait By the peg as the stars look down ---- We may find another to match your pace Thro the scrub when the fireworks start But never another to take the place That you hold in a drover’s heart Your mates have stood on the Camp since dawn You are watching alert and keen The packs are on and the girths are drawn But the fence stands there between ----- The plant is off on the road again And here by the paddock gate The days to follow and all in vain You will stand by the yard and wait And often out on the western track When the evening shadows fall Our thoughts will turn to the gamest hack And the best night horse of all ---- Actor, farewell till your last lone sleep May never the creek run dry May the grass be whispering fetlock deep Forever, old chap Good bye By Bruce Simpson

08.01.2022 The Bloody Piker Old bullocks or pikers are like me they don’t like leaving their dung hill. Far to many of them when thrown refuse to either get up or walk off with the coachers and will just sulk and die. Utter bloody waste!

05.01.2022 To Keep What’s Hers People will do whatever it takes to hold on to their piece of land even suffer idiots and their stupid questions. Based on a story I was told by a friend a true story I might add.

05.01.2022 The Spirit of Australia This is why I think this country is so great!

04.01.2022 Mum’s Request This was written by Stephen McBride who asked me to recite it for him

03.01.2022 Facebook Profanity Anyone else think there are double standards here?

02.01.2022 You Can Please Some of the People No matter what you do how hard you try some bugger will whinge.

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