Pub Poem
This Pub Poem was written about "The Family Hotel" in Tibboburra, New South Wales.
Our Mother called it "Barney's Pub" because at the time she wrote it Barney was the publican.
Barney's Pub
The drought it seemed would never end,
The ground was dry and hard,
The men who'd worked for weeks unending,
Stood round the empty cattle yard.
The last truck roared on down the track,
They'd got all the cattle from the scrub,
"There's nothing more to do" they said,
"Let's head for Barney's Pub."
A dusty cloud was all that marked
The way they took to town,
"Let's move along, we'll be there then
Before the sun goes down."
The road was long, the day was hot,
That was the only rub,
But the beer was cold, and friends were there,
In the bar at Barney's Pub.
With dry throats wet, and faces grave,
Their troubles they had to tell,
To friends who stood and listened,
For they knew and liked them well.
But then their mood changed once again,
To wash the dust they found a tub,
They hurried to be neat and clean,
And join the crowd, in Barney's Pub.
Stella P. Bell
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"The Legend of Bimi"
Introduction
There's a tale that begins in the sand hills
That I would like to tell,
Built from myth and many legends,
And my pen it does compel.
The desert's a hot, a hostile place,
Nothing's changed since time began,
There's a hazy unreality there
As if it, in the dreamtime was planned.
The noon of the day is so hot and still,
And over all an expectant hush,
Like a canvas that's waiting impatiently
For the touch of the artists brush.
The fire of the day can change swifly
To the night of startlingly cold,
Many legends are told of the people
Who live in this land so old.
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