WITH LEE TAYLOR-FRIEND

New year – new beginnings…and ends…

Poetics will mean different things to different people.

I love the compact nature and immediacy of poetry – the complexity, diversity.

I am drawn to the emotions it can elicit and memories it can incite.

This month’s poem – Australian ‘bush poetry’ with a humorous twist – is dedicated to funny man, family man and former     Snowy River Echo columnist Jeffrey Power…

STRANDED AT THE LOCAL!!!

(WAITING FOR THE NRMA…)

It was a stinking hot old summers day, forty odd in the shade.

Had to do a trip to the local tip so farewell to home we bade…

The tip runs’ always thirsty work, we were feeling like an ale.

So, we stopped off on our journey home at an ‘inn’ called ‘Berridale’.

We had our two beers ‘off the tap’, then we had to get the kiddies home.

It was getting on to dinner time, so over to the car we roam.

But the Commodore, it wouldn’t start, we were stranded I dare say!

Stranded at the local, I’d have to call the NRMA…

“An hour and a half, or so” they said, (alas to my dismay…)

I got a lift home with the kids, but hubby, he had to stay…

It must have been hard on my other half (devastating one might say…)

To be stranded at the local, while waiting for the NRMA…

Well the beer was bloody lovely and icy cold to boot!

There was Woody, Jobsy, Dogga – the company was beaut!

He had a ‘smile upon his dial’ as we slowly drove away…

‘Cause it’s tough to be stranded at your local pub, waiting for the NRMA…

It was almost dark when he made it home; the kids were asleep in bed.

The tow truck dropped him out the front with a big grin on his head.

He had a very merry glow (kept his fluids up I’d say!)

Oh, it’s hard to be stranded at the local, while you’re waiting for the NRMA…

Well you could get caught on an outback road or stuck on a city street.

But to break down at your local pub, that’s a pretty impressive feat!!!

Was it really pure coincidence??? Now I’m wondering?? (As I do!)

Or when I went to the ‘Ladies’, did he fiddle with a fuse or two???

It’s not a bad idea I guess, (ingenious one might say!!!)

To breakdown at the local, so you have to call the NRMA…

But if perchance it happens again, it’ll be MY turn to stay!!!

Drinking ice cold beer at my local pub, waiting for the NRMA…

LEE TAYLOR-FRIEND