WEEKEND AT 'BARWONNIE'
1st. -3rd. April 2000
We planned a weekend at 'Barwonnie',
Hooked the 'van on and George took the wheel,
And we drove and we drove and we drove and we drove ---
And we finally got to Mossgiel,
'Must be about time for a cuppa,'
Olive was soon pouring tea
Dianne, Michael, Betty, and Mum,
Gerald, George, Margaret - ( that's me ! )
New turned garden beds round the homestead,
All planted by Betty and Joe,
I wonder if Olive knows what they put in?
She'll just have to wait 'til they grow!
A beast had been hung,
drawn and quartered,
Transformed into roasts,
steak and mince,
All packed away by the end of the day
While the dogs wagged and whined at the fence.
Bare empty yards and the big shearing shed
Stood so quiet and sort of forlorn,
We imagined the noise and the dogs and the dust
When the sheep all arrived to be shorn,
And we had to 'imagine' those sheep,
Though assured they were 'out there'
Only mutton we saw were some shanks on a plate,
Not one woolly wether in sight!
Off went the boys to the football,
Rugby Union - don't know much about it,
And what was the joke about 'Petrol'?
- I know cars don't go far without it!
Nice saying a 'G'day' to Loma
Plus her feathered and four-footed crew,
When I was a kid she was droving,
And I sulked 'cos I couldn't go,
Gerald was keen to get home to the Top End,
'Getting colder,' he said 'I must go.'
I don't think he'd fancy our winters
When the wind comes in straight off the snow!
We love it out there in that country,
The sunsets ablaze in the skies,
Where wide plains reach wider horizons -
But we don't like the burrs - - - or the flies!