Birds on a wire

This poem depicts the nature of the old time Aussie shearer

Birds on a wire (dedicated to the Australian Bushies)



Birds on a wire

In the light of dusk the shearers sat,

A hard day's work,

A beer in hand, exhausted,

Telegraph wires,  carry news of the bush,

Bush Telegraph it is called,

Birds on a wire, vibrate Bush telegraph

In the light of dusk, shearers sat,

A beer in hand, exhausted, a hard days work

Watching, birds on a wire,

Shearers sit, watch, not much to say,

"Hey Joe! look at that one, "said Charlie,

"Looks like Flo's, soaking up all the gossip again," said Joe,

"Silly galahs think we don't know," said Charlie


Dusk falls into darkness, shearers sit and watch

Beer in hand,

An almighty roar from above,

As the galahs fly off to the nearest trees,

Chatting away, as they nestle for the night,

Shearers sit and watch, not much to say,

"Hey Joe, what do they do with the gossip?" asked Charlie,

"Don't know" said Joe,

"Probably move on to the next wires, to catch up on the gossip," said Charlie,


No more birds on a wire, silence falls as darkness prevails,

"Going to bed Joe," said Charlie,

"Yeah won't be long,  birds on a wire will be back," said Joe.
©barbmca

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. How did I miss this. A wonderful one. I like your tale of the Aussie shearers...You should write a small story with drama and suspense in it about them...Bravo.........

[B.J]

Thank you it was a fun piece actually there was a lot of thought in it about my Dad who was a shearer in his early years. A lot of old time shearers were short on words. That is what I tried to echo.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome...:)......................

[B.J]

Thank you so much for your kind words

[Sami Khalil]

:).......................