Reflections after a year on the road

TWELVE MONTHS OF SMILES

Some notable things have happened while we’ve been on the road,

Like the local staggering towards us in the middle of the road,

With his T shirt pulled up over his head against the burning sun

And a road train bearing down behind him he didn’t even run.

He staggered left just off the track and saved his skin instead,

Then staggered back behind the truck and carried on ahead.

 

Three lively lads and an ice cream van really quite amused me:

“Three ice creams please on credit and we’ll pay you for them Tuesday.”

 

“A coffee mate you’re joking, she’s all shut at lunchtime, nobody’s bloody open.”

In Grafton town we found it so, for he had rightly spoken.

 

“Gidday mate and what’s your name?”  asked the kid at Mataranka.

I told him mine and asked him his, “ I’m Malachi and this here’s Bubra thankya.”

He chatted a bit then had to go and head on back to camp,

To a humpy behind the tank stand in a spot that looked quite damp.

 

A murder of crows was marching in Brim right near the silo,

About 30 strong they marched along and flying seemed a no no.

 

A  back packer breakfast on The Murray was turned into a flurry

As a drop kooka stole it from their midst and took off in a hurry.

 

Baby galah’s dad nudged him up the tree, coaxing him ever higher,

You’ll soon see what I’m doing son when you turn into a flyer.

 

At Bitter Springs the water’s warm with floating the thing to do

And an evening around the campfire with Robbo’s didgeridoo.

 

To Barry’s songs at Bullara after damper with Damper John,

And jokes to split your sides as the evening moved along.

 

“We dint got no lecric, you got lecric?” The camper came and asked.

I checked and plugged it in for him. It was a simple task.

 

A circus at the dump point in Alice Springs we found

With a wayward toilet cassette getting quite a crowd around.

As “lecric’s “ mate and his missus kicked and shoved in vain

Struggling to get that cassette back into their van.

Finally a toilet brush was found to be the culprit.

It had blocked their way defiantly until a helper found it.

 

“I love this travelling around mate but my wife is not so sure,

She keeps on rolling out of bed and landing on the floor.”

After helping him set up his van so it was properly leveled

They each slept just like babes that night and didn’t wake disheveled.

 

In Ballarat the music flowed at The Aussie Jazz Convention

But our New Year’s Eve Party should really rate a mention

Just on dark in the caravan park the hillbillies appeared

With gummy smiles and hairy dials, and big dogs to be feared.

 

 

We enjoyed some good fishing when at Woodside Beach we stopped

In a park so full of rabbits that everywhere they hopped.

 

In Stawell they’re used to runners and most of them are fit

But a couple of local police raids saw our neighbours do a flit.

 

Haircuts have been a challenge as we travel state to state

With a recent one in Moora the worst one up to date.

A quick glance in the mirror brought a shout of “holy crap”

And a hurried rush outside,  to set the wild dog trap.

 

No doubt there will be more to come but it’s time to rest a while.

I hope you’ve enjoyed these musings and that they have helped you smile.

 

December 2016 C TCD

 

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