The Bushman – The Poetic Life 2.0

The Bushman’s Christmas Surprise.

Posted on December 25, 2023December 25, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Christmas ’twas mere days away,
As the Bushman sat present wrapping,
Singing classic Christmas carols,
To which his foot ’twas tapping.

When something through a window,
Distracted his concentrating eye,
Curiously the Bushman ventured closer,
As his startled horse reared to the sky.

There on his verandah stood,
Much to the Bushman’s surprise,
A six foot plus white kangaroo,
With piercing sky blue eyes.

Not far away ’twas another,
Whose leg appeared to be injured,
Then a third wearing a harness,
Made the scene seem completely absurd!

Three snowy white kangaroos,
The Bushman thought he was dreaming!
’Till he tripped over his poor dogs tail,
Whom let out his version of surprised screaming.

Then up hopped a fourth kangaroo,
To see what had caused all the matter,
A fifth dragging a leather strap,
Followed with a bit of a clatter.

The Bushman looked from roo to roo,
Trying to figure it all out,
When a large man in a big red suit,
Came out of the bush giving a shout:

‘Ho, Ho, Hello there my friend.
My aircraft’s crashed just through there,
Most of my boomers got away okay,
But could you help me get back in the air?’

The Bushman couldn’t believe his eye’s,
Here was Santa asking for his help,
‘Certainly’ was all he could manage to say,
Whilst his dog gave him an encouraging yelp.

Not too far off the Bushman’s homestead,
Santa’s sleigh ’twas caught up in the top of a gumtree,
A sixth kangaroo in a harness was dangling,
Thus getting him down unscathed was the key.

The Bushman soon knew what to do,
Dashed back home to get some supplies,
Whilst a flock of birds in the trees overhead,
Sang loudly their mocking song cries.

‘Twasn’t long ‘till the Bushman returned,
With ropes and his trusty chestnut horse,
They tied and swung them over nearby trees,
And securely to the sleigh of course!

After lowering down the last kangaroo,
They slowly lowered Santa’s sleigh,
Tended all the kangaroo’s injuries,
‘Fore Santa went up upon his way.

Soon ’twas Christmas eve,
And snuggled by the fireplace,
The Bushman and his beloved lady,
Were discussing Santa’s big worldwide race.

When from overhead they heard crystal clear:
‘HO HO HO HO HELLO! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU,
BUSHMAN, THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP,
IN MAKING DREAMS WORLD WIDE COME TRUE!’

The Bushman’s Lady sat watching in disbelief,
As presents then appeared beneath their tree,
Whilst sounds of sleigh bells rang through the sky,
Filling the surrounding bushland with magic and glee.

Poetry, The Bushman Series

The Bushman and the Pirates.

Posted on December 14, 2023December 14, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Featuring guest illustrator: Aiden Bhattarai

Early one morning, The Bushman set out, 
To check on his grazing heard,
Before heading off to the seaside,
For his sister had sent urgent word.

That a pirate in his mighty ship,
Was plundering the eastern coast,
Waving his sword and issuing orders,
Whilst munching on Vegemite toast.

He had stolen from all, be they rich or poor,
Be it jewels, gems or a child's lolly pop,
So The Bushman's sister had asked him,
To come try to get the pirate to stop.

As The Bushman rode overland,
He wondered how he could,
Cease the evil pirate plundering,
Everywhere his crew n he stood.

Within two days The Bushman arrived,
At his sisters artsy beachside home,
Where shell and driftwood art line walls, 
And the floor is sand covered stone.

'Twasn't long till The Bushman brave,
Got to meet the nasty buccaneer,
Who was causing all the trouble,
'N' creating so much fear.

He was swiping The Bushman's saddle bags,
Right off of his chestnut horse,
When The Bushman came out,
 words blazing, using all of his vocal force.

The Pirate, instead of fleeing the scene,
Drew his sword advancing fast,
The Bushman, determined to beat him,
Grabbed a bamboo stick as he ran past.

A mighty battle had now begun,
The evil pirate verse The Bushman brave,
Bystanders wondering which may win,
All hoping The Bushman wouldn't cave.

Clanging and banging filled the air,
As courageous Bushman fought on,
Defending the Pirates every move,
Waiting for him to get it wrong.

To discover who wins this clash with sheer wit and how they resolve the pirates inconveniant mayhem please venture beyond the portal below!

Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry, The Bushman Series

The Bushman’s Drought Breaker

Posted on November 14, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Early on one hot summer morn,
The Bushman sat a’ reading,
Contemplating his week ahead,
And to what his stock he’d be feeding.

The Newspaper covering his district,
’twas always good to read,
filled with news and an array of content,
from sports ’n’ yarns, to ‘How to Succeed’.

Sunshine ’twas predicted once again,
On the forecast charts of that paper,
’twas all they’d said four months in a row,
The Bushman pondered the whole caper.

Putting down the paper sighing,
The Bushman saddled up his horse,
Rode out to check his struggling heard,
Of which drought was dwindling in its force.

Yet he loped them down more branches,
Refilled their dry water troughs,
Heaved motherless calves o’er his saddle,
taking them home with dust filled coughs.

Day after day he continued,
Physical exhaustion taking it’s toll,
Stock feed becoming rather scarce,
Buying hay had became his moneys role.

Then late one November evening,
After the sun had sunk in the sky,
The Bushman ’twas riding homebound,
When a raindrop fell above his eye.

Soon ’twas followed by thousands more,
Raining hard that whole night long,
Next morn there was a wondrous sight,
All the thick powdery dust now long gone.

Dark grey clouds still loomed over head,
yet The Bushman’s mood was bright,
Water tanks and dams were overflowing,
The now running creek sparkled in the sunlight.

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To Find out what fun The Bushman has in the mud, where his stallion seeks shelter, and more please venture through the portal below where one can also find the full reading of this messy adventure!

Poetry, The Bushman Series, Uncategorized

The Bushman and The Great Fire.

Posted on October 17, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

'Twas a sunny summer morning,
As The Bushman rocked in his chair,
Talking to his mighty chestnut horse,
When a spark started a flare.

It slowly crept from leaf to leaf,
Over a hill not too far away,
Gradually gaining momentum,
Burning whatever was in its way.

Soon ’twas a roaring blaze,
Engulfing flora high and low,
Sending animals scattering fast,
Whilst creating a far seen glow.

When the Bushman first did catch sight,
Of that great fires billowing smoke,
He quickly leapt up from his seat,
Making contact with the village folk.

Meanwhile that great fire spread,
Vastly over the thick bushland,
Killing all that couldn't get away,
On the very spot that they did stand.

Roos bounded and lizards scurried,
As fast as they possibly could,
Cockatoos shrieking as they flew,
Evacuating homes of twiggy wood.

The great fire was growing rapidly,
As it started burning on up the hill,
Towards The Bushman's homestead,
Creeping in every direction at will.

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Poetry

The Bushman’s Homestead!

Posted on March 2, 2023 by Tracey L. Bhattarai

Deep in the amazing Australian bush,

At the end of a long winding dirt track,

Where gumtrees sway in the breeze,

And the only way in is on horseback.

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There’s a small old mud/wood house,

With a rusting corrugated tin roof,

It’s plumbing is a basic sight to see,

And Horses only find dirt under hoof.

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Wildlife come and go as they please,

The garden consists of wildflowers,

There’s a rocking chair by the door,

To relax in for plenty of long hours.

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The verandah’s built for all to enjoy,

Whether they be man, bird or beast,

A tank to catch and store fresh water,

And a barbecue to cook up a feast.

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Inside’s an old cottage appearance,

To delight a beholders inquisitive eye,

For this is the comfortable bush home,

Of the Bushman when he comes on by.

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