Bush Therapy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB ABCC DDBB EEBF AAAA GGAA HHGG BBGC IJCC KKLL MAAN KKAA CCOC AAAA CCII BBFF PQCC AARS JTAI GGCC BBUA VACC GGWW AACC BB| It's time babe to pack that trailer and shop for a week and go | A |
| We're heading bush for quiet time with two dogs in toe | A |
| Honey's a seasoned gal with Coco an open book | B |
| The start was shit with coco the whinging sook | B |
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| But we're here outta Gloucester in a place called Bretti | A |
| Hoping to capture the milky ways perfect night sky | B |
| It starts out tops with a ripper two days | C |
| The skies are blue and touched by those warm sunrays | C |
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| Then comes day when it all starts to change | D |
| These screaming howling winds come bellowing over the range | D |
| Chillin watching Netflix Bad Blood I think | B |
| All fed up on tucker and about to have a drink | B |
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| The wind picks up and smashes the tent and camp | E |
| Now give me the rain and a bit of damp | E |
| Now this strong wind was constant fierce and strong | B |
| We're inside holding poles as it's caving in | F |
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| Shell's crapping her duds I'm just hoping the tent will hold | A |
| Now skip two days ahead and a few times these dogs were told | A |
| We wake up the next day a hole in the dogs tent | A |
| They've chewed through the window it's time they get sent | A |
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| The wind is not letting up and we're at the end of our tether | G |
| Let's drop the dogs back home and head out again together | G |
| One night at home in a bed shower and back on the road | A |
| Only us and a few things I forgot there's nothing to load | A |
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| Frying pan looks ok and we've been there before | H |
| The trailer hooked up and its foot to the floor | H |
| We've decided to set camp on Old Jack's Corner | G |
| With the trees lining the river it just seems a lil warmer | G |
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| All set up including the hammock | B |
| And no fierce wind to make it a wreck | B |
| The tent the solar and even the shower | G |
| It's time for fun with the Miss Towers | C |
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| O'clock in the arvo and its all said and done | I |
| Its time to sit down on mine and her bum | J |
| Early the next day a bloody cold morning breaks | C |
| And that air bed gets me again with good ole neck aches | C |
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| A top day ahead is what's said to be | K |
| And from what I can gather they're on the money | K |
| kookaburras perched around us just waiting for love | L |
| Magpies wrens crows and black cockies above | L |
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| With a piece of a sausage they all venture down | M |
| With kookies feeding at my feet right there on the ground | A |
| No sight of the goannas its seems this time around | A |
| But this cheeky lil possum has made our kitchen her home | N |
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| Now there's still no luck in catching a yabbie | K |
| Can't wait till Shell tries one they're certainly not shabby | K |
| The campovens been tops with food far and wide | A |
| Pork belly beef stew and a great silverside | A |
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| The chill hits a lil but nothing a beanie won't fix | C |
| Time to stoke up that fire with hardwood not sticks | C |
| It's now Monday morning and time to pack up | O |
| We're heading home to see them two pups | C |
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| Then we look at each other and without even a thought | A |
| Madi's going to be angry confused and certainly distraught | A |
| Yep we're staying another week in this pristine spot | A |
| With the possum kookaburras another stew in the pot | A |
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| So we head into town to stack up on supplies | C |
| Then off to the bakery for them ripper pies | C |
| We scoot to IGA and get the shopping done | I |
| Our clothes have been washed time to get them in the sun | I |
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| What a top day just knowing that we're staying another week | B |
| We can't go home now the holidays just at its peak | B |
| Come Wednesday afternoon and its just sinking in | F |
| A Jerusalem Falls walk what a brilliant win | F |
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| Now we settle in for dinner pork belly slaw and corn | P |
| Now when ya camping with Shell and I it's pretty well the norm | Q |
| We've both finished our din dins and slothing like always | C |
| It's time now to relax and settle in for days | C |
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| Then Jeff rocks up with pudding cream and custard | A |
| Twas inhaled in a momemt cheers ya old bastard | A |
| He's been a good neighbour with tips and knowledge | R |
| years of age a top bloke I pledge | S |
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| Now there's stuff I'm not telling you in this port induced poem | J |
| It's for your own good and if you were there you'd of known | T |
| Now let me change this subject well just for a second | A |
| I've had zero luck catching that yabbie I beckon | I |
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| Just to show Miss Shell is all I truly desire | G |
| A beautiful clear day topped by an intense campfire | G |
| I'll get one one day and excite the pair of us | C |
| Straight in the pot with ginger chilli and lemongrass | C |
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| A mouth watering experience every single person should try | B |
| Down to earth stuff you know something you can't buy | B |
| It's a really long poem and your probably bored by now | U |
| But there's days left and deadset the tiniest row | A |
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| I seriously don't know how much more I can love this girl | V |
| Shell's my moment my past she is my whole world | A |
| Apart from my kids whom I'm starting to miss | C |
| With everyone here it would be pure bliss | C |
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| So we made it a plan to spend a week all together | G |
| Shell's seven my three in the much warmer weather | G |
| Eight grandkids running around exploring the bush | W |
| We'll just smile at each other with a shove and a push | W |
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| Now it's coming to the end of our peaceful stay | A |
| I dare say we'll be home a week and plan our next getaway | A |
| I've had a brilliant time with my girl and our ventures | C |
| For years to come till we're old with dentures | C |
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| So I bid you farewell and the best of luck | B |
| Enjoy this world around you it's time to run amok | B |
Shane Smith
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 01/05/2023
Poet's note: Camping in Chichester State forest north west of Newcastle
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