CITY LIGHTS

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CITY LIGHTS

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CITY LIGHTS .. Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet


You can't make a bushman stay in city lights.
‘cause he misses open plains and starry nights.
This bushman comes from out near Chillagoe,
somewhere where those outback rivers flow
far away from rush and city sights.

He needs to feel the cool wind in his face,
to push a mob of sheep up through the race,
to tail the cattle walking down the track
and never have the need to watch his back.
This country fills his soul with sheer delight.

He needs to lay his swag at end of day,
beneath the silver moon and milky way.
You never see their brilliance in the smoke.
Don't take the time to look those city folk.
Surrounded as they are by the machines,
that interfere with life and spoil their dreams.
You can't keep bushmen down in city lights,
they need the peace of country to be right.

He doesn't wake each morning to a bell,
or face the gridlocked traffic and the smell
of diesel, burning rubber, exhaust fumes.
His day begins with natures softer tunes.
The rumble of a ewe calling her lamb,
the low of cattle drinking at the dam,
the endless caw of crows, the eagles flight.
He's in tune with his country, shares her plight.

He loves to show his lady off in bars,
and serenades her playing his guitar.
He's offered her his love sure that he knows,
he feels it getting stronger as it grows.
He offers honest toil working the land
and promised her a golden wedding band.
He pledged to share his love both day and night,
out there far away from city lights.

His days of work don’t run from nine to five,
he's glad each day he's here and he's alive.
You can't beat working out on your own land,
close to nature, boss of all he commands.
His day starts as the sun begins to rise,
and ends when evening darkens western skies
and at day’s end with sleep he has no fight,
for he sleeps beneath stars not city lights.

This bloke is country born but even so
he realizes life’s no picture show.
You'll never make this man move into town
when times are tough and all the chips are down,
he’s doing what he loves, what he does best.

You can't make a bushman stay in city lights.
‘cause he misses open plains and starry nights.
This bushman comes from out near Chillagoe,
somewhere where those outback rivers flow
far away from rush and city sights.
The Scribbly Bark Poet
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/

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Good one, Mahalia.

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I like the way each stanza deals with its own aspect, yet all tied together with the theme, echoed from the first lines to in the closure.
The cadences are well maintained over its length, too, not sounding forced, but natural.
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Thank you Perroist and Dreamy for taking the time to read and comment :text-thankyou:
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