OF THE BUSH
Galah’s, my feathered friends,
there and then to make amends.
happened whilst I was riding by
a glorious blue Australian sky.
on the bow of a huge dead tree,
looked up they silently looked back at me.
Silhouetted in grey and pink,
eyes shone bright, they didn’t blink.
hired to daily ride,
Troublesome horses, through the countryside.
I was riding Lillyput,
Humorously named for his seven foot.
riding along a flat sandy trail,
salt pans and Spinifex, dead trees showed the way,
had risen through the ground,
killed all the trees that grew all around.
was champing on the bit,
jig-jogging was giving me a stitch
Therefore I was happy to stop a while,
watch the birds that made me smile.
two put on a show,
to flight a nearby crow,
crests flung high and flapping wings,
entertain me they did all manner of things.
clapped my hands and laughed out loud.
instantly hit the ground.
He was a
horse that was prone to bolt,
steadied him, brought him to a halt.
the humour had been lost,
haughtily he gave his head a toss,
galah’s alighted on the nearest tree,
Obviously intent on watching me.
© Katarina Mariah Jellinek January 2005.
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