Stockman Poems - Poems about Stockman

...handsome like the Marlboro man I stared at the old lady, thinking it was funny then I met him, a handsome jackaroo jillaroos would come out of the woodwork now......Read the rest...

...More fresh jillaroos sniffing around each day Jake observed. His fellow stockman nods. They like being ringers I guess. This brings us fresh jackaroos, so it is okay by me.......Read the rest...

...The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred Some are tough as leather, but that not often said More criticised that praised, for damage that they do Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never......Read the rest...

...There was a Ringer in the Basalt, Tiger Davis was his name As an acrobatic stockman, he was gifted with some fame On the station quite a hero, but a maniac in town He didn't win too many, but a fi......Read the rest...

...A Night on the Road It was a dark and stormy night, as he rode around the mob. The bridle reins held loosely, the night horse knew his job. With twelve hundred head of cattle, it was a ......Read the rest...

...I felt I’d been to hell and back before we reached the reedy flat, where the cattle mobbed before we crossed the stream. Old Harry called me over, taking off his battered hat “This is where she di......Read the rest...

...Are the exploits slowly fading of the folk who forged this land? Are there more important factors, today for us to understand? Are we prepared to lose our national character? Erase our borderlines......Read the rest...

...The True Story A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland name for a Stoc......Read the rest...

...What's in a name, you say Is a rose still a rose by any other And isn't 'Mom' a lot more loving Than calling her 'Mother' A name is an occupation, a means to a living There's Taylor and......Read the rest...

...In the city, season's changes only barely leave their mark for the city's far from nature with it's neon in the dark The rush and ceaseless hustle leave no time for rain or drought and no one has ......Read the rest...

...I am the bushland dawning in the stillness of the morning I am the sunlit plains and the mighty river's flow I'm the drought and I'm the flood I'm the earth and I'm the blood I'm the breezes ......Read the rest...

...Marauding herdsmen, simple in disposition, but yet sophisticatedly armed straddling an AK47 as the rod of a stockman. The simple farmers, genial in disposition garnished with infect......Read the rest...