Jumbuck Blues
Forget that bloody sheep Matilda,
it’ll be the death of me,
besides, the billabong’s a little crowded and all,
so let’s split for somewhere quiet,
we’ll go to Carpentaria and boil some roo tail soup,
or perhaps to Kununurra and pick some bush tucker fruits,
maybe down to Port Augusta and throw a line or two,
I’ve a hankering for fish and eggs,
no jumbuck now for me.
Now, I’ve packed me swag and all,
and my nose is pointed down the road,
so, waddya say there Tilly,
shall we waltz the night to somewhere,
anywhere but here?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
parallax 
Anywhere but here!
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Absolutely 🙂
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Love the voice in this poem…it makes me want to pack it all in and run off on an adventure!
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Yes, me too, and I’d love it out there. Thank you Heather for sharing how it appealed and affected.
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You are welcome.
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memories of Waltzing Matilda
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Yes, referencing that for a very different ending 🙂
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Talk about a slice of life! Reblogging to my sister site Timeless Wisdoms
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Thank you so much Ana
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Thank you Ana
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Nice poem mate! How is that roo tail soup, as it sounds as good as prawns on the Barbie.
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Roo meat is more in the venison, beef range as a strong flavoured meat, and the tail soup is reminiscent of ox tail soup, very nice for some of us, but not as glorious as prawns 🙂
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Oh Very good mate – you spin a good yarn with those words
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A bit of fun, thank you Lyn
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Onya, Paul!
I love the voice and the yearning of a fellow wanderer.
I once walked past an elderly man in the Goldfields, much like the man in the image, who was coming out of the butcher shop with a roo tail wrapped in paper, tucked under his arm. I always wanted to write about him. Maybe, now I have.
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Some real characters out there. No, you must write more 🙂 and, thank you Dawn
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You may like reading an older post, The Old Timer, and perhaps you have met him, too.
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I must indeed read that 🙂
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Love it
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Thank you
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I don’t know, Paul, sometimes I look at the photos of all those 4wds lining up on Cable Beach, and I think it would be quieter to stay home. Ticking this and that off the Bucket List just seems anathema to me. But a quiet walk in my own company or with the one I love, now that seems ideal to me.
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I’m with that, weren’t too many out back the last two years, all on the coast. Yes, I prefer a quite space and walk.
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wow look out Banjo … love it!
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Well, that is a nice thought, but I think he’s safe 😉
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but how wonderful if we had a new one 🙂
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It sure would be 🙂
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step up step up PVC 🙂
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Lol, okay (anything for a bit of peace) :). 😉
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ah knew you’d see reason!
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😊
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Oh I loved it and the Waltzing Matilda theme 🙂💕
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Thank you so much Christine for sharing that, very appreciated. 🙂
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Love all the Aussie words and then the ending!
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Thank you so much.
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Love this new take on a swagman. I’ve sung this with delighted 7 year old students for many years (well not the last verse—its a perfectly mysterious ending for twelve year olds, though) Cue the imaginary Matildas swaying as we walk.. 🐑The drawings I found of swagmen were neat and stylized and almost mythological. Thanks for sharing the other view!😊
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Ah! Love your take on Waltzing Matilda.
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Lol, it had to be said, thank you so much Punam
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My pleasure. 🙂
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