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Australia Day in the Territory (poem)

Australia Day in the Territory

Is like no other place,

With people here from around the globe,

We’re a multicultured race.

 

Our love is for the Territory,

And across this wild great land.

On Australia Day we bond together,

As we stand hand in hand.

 

Our proud indigenous families,

Are here and way outback,

You’ll see them all from day to day

As you travel down the track.

 

The elder’s quietly spoken,

Children with smiles from ear to ear.

As you journey through the Territory

The place we love so dear.

 

We salute all or achievers

Who’ve worked with some great pains,

And others, though not recognised

Your works were not in vain.

 

Just strive to keep that dream alive,

It will be reached some way.

Then you’ll enjoy those accolades

On your Australia Day.

 

So dads-n-mums-n-children,

New Australians from around the world.

We welcome you on this special day

As we watch our flag unfurl.

by Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

ANZAC Poems by Leon Gellert

THE ATTACK AT DAWN

At every cost,’ they said, ‘it must be done.’

They told us in the early afternoon.

We sit and wait the coming of the sun

We sit in groups, — grey groups that watch the moon.

We stretch our legs and murmur half in sleep

And touch the tips of bayonets and yarn.

Our hands are cold. They strangely grope and creep,

Tugging at ends of straps. We wait the dawn!

 

Some men come stumbling past in single file.

And scrape the trench’s side and scatter sand.

They trip and curse and go. Perhaps we smile.

We wait the dawn! … The dawn is close at hand!

A gentle rustling runs along the line.

‘At every cost,’ they said, ‘it must be done.’

A hundred eyes are staring for the sign.

It’s coming! Look! … Our God’s own laughing sun!


THE LAST TO LEAVE

The guns were silent, and the silent hills
had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze
I gazed upon the vales and on the rills,
And whispered, “What of these?’ and “What of these?
These long forgotten dead with sunken graves,
Some crossless, with unwritten memories
Their only mourners are the moaning waves,
Their only minstrels are the singing trees
And thus I mused and sorrowed wistfully

I watched the place where they had scaled the height,
The height whereon they bled so bitterly
Throughout each day and through each blistered night
I sat there long, and listened – all things listened too
I heard the epics of a thousand trees,
A thousand waves I heard; and then I knew
The waves were very old, the trees were wise:
The dead would be remembered evermore-
The valiant dead that gazed upon the skies,
And slept in great battalions by the shore.


Leon Gellert (1892-1977), soldier, poet and journalist, was born on 17 May 1892 in Adelaide.220px-Leon_Gellert

As a lance sergeant with the 10th Battalion, he landed at Gallipoli on 25 April 1915. Wounded by shrapnel, he was suffering from both septicaemia and dysentery when evacuated to Malta in July and then on to London. He was diagnosed with epilepsy, repatriated and discharged medically unfit on 30 June 1916.

In November he re-enlisted in Adelaide, only to be discharged almost immediately. 

He died on 22 August 1977.

“G’day Troops”

G’day troops, it’s us again,

You’re probably lying in some bloody drain.

With the wind-n-the sun, the flies-n-the rain,

And we all hope that soon, you’ll be back home again.

The footy is over, and some teams have won,

We saw you on telly, you were all having fun.

In our country’s hearts, you’re still number one,

While you’re over there, we all say “well done”.

When you arrive home, you’ll be in for a shock,

The wharf will be crowded as you come in to dock.

There’ll be loved ones-n-children-n-old uncle Joes,

Some Aussies down there that you don’t even know!

So keep up the good work, the world’s watching you,

We’re all Aussies together, and that’s called “true blue”!!

by Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

 

 

Our Ocean (poem – one for the kids)

The Dolphins swim from side to side,

Leap from the water, they seem to glide.

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The Flying Fish, he does the same,

These lovely mammals are so tame.

The Porpoise bobs, then swims around,

They make a lot of funny sounds.

The old Whale just lays in the sun,

Watching over them while they have fun.

These lovely mammals in the sea,

Are very much like you and me.

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They cry and cry when they get hurt,

Like when you fall down in the dirt.

Please let them live, do them no harm,

The ocean is a big fish farm.

So use it carefully, don’t be mean,

It’s sparkling clear when it’s so clean.

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If we always help it look this way,

It won’t go brown, rot or decay.

The schools of fish all swim in vain,

They’re all part of the sea food chain.

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So catch a couple, make your day,

Then the rest of them can swim and play.

The Crabs and Urchins, Dugong too,

Are all a part of natures zoo.

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So care for them, do them no harm,

For they’re all a part of natures farm!

 By Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

 

 

 

 

 

Reconciliation Day (poem)

 On Reconciliation Day they walked across the bridge,
Indigenous people from around the globe, some even played the didge.
There were Aussies, Asians, Europeans, Clergymen as well,
Waving flags together, oh what stories they can tell!

Ind-wallacebridgewalk_webThey marched as one great unit, and had a point to prove,
There were dads-n-mums-n-children, Australia on the move.
This day goes down in history now, and we can all embrace,
From this day on we’re equal, when we meet face to face.

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The world was there a-watching, and we felt oh so proud,
For Reconciliation Day had moved that big dark cloud.
The sun shone down on them that day, shimmering on the sea,
With people all around us, who were just like you and me.

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So in our dreams we can all pray, across this beautiful land,
Us Aussies bound together, hoping now to understand!

by Waldo Bayley, bush poet from Humpty Doo

A Tribute to Don Bradman (poem)

The Centenary of Federation
Our country now reflects.
Upon a sporting legend,
We now pay our respects.

65675-004-A554FFC5His poise and dedication
To this sport will linger on.
To cricket’s sporting hero,
The world just called ‘The Don’.

Hours-n-hours of practice,
With a golf ball and a wicket,
This young man named Don Bradman,
Mastered the game of cricket.

003932-don-bradmanThe spectators were mesmerised
When the Don faced his first ball,
He’d pick a point and drive it,
Then the umpire signalled four.

As the years went past and time ticked by,
The runs were still amounting.
When the Don retired from this great game,
The score board kept on counting.

He became our country’s icon,
A legend, national treasure,
To ask ‘The Don’ for an autograph,
It seemed to be his pleasure.

When Jardine and his bodyliners
Tried to change the game,
Don stroked each ball, a four, a six,
And forgot about the pain!

The day our sporting hero was finally laid to rest,
The cricket world just bowed its head,
Sir Don you were the best!!

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by Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

Bring Them Home (poem)

Fifty years ago our troops were sent to war,
in a country called Vietnam.
The folks back home despised us
and didn’t give a damn.

The cost to bring them home was as much as 500 pounds!
which many families couldn’t afford it was such a bloody shame
521 soldiers were killed 496 were brought home
This left 25 soldiers whose families felt that they were the ones to blame!

These Australian soldiers were NOT buried with respect,
in a Commonwealth War Grave like the others
Twenty four still lay in Terendak and one in Kranji too
Respect could not be paid by their brothers sisters fathers and mothers

Now the time has come to bring these troops back home
and bury them with the respect
at home at last with their families and friends
their lives we now reflect

Now let us bow our heads in sorrow,
and give a helping hand.
So that our troops may now be buried here,
In Australia’s great homeland!

by Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

“Lest we forget”

Vietnam Vets pledge
“Honour the Dead, but Fight like Hell for The Living”

©Waldo’s Australian Bush Poetry
Waldo & Sue from Humpty Doo NT 0836 Ph 08 89881258
Email barrashack@bigpond.com

PS. Please visit http://www.bringthemhome.org.au and register your vote to bring them home as they cannot !