A recent trip brought together Peter (from the US), Sue, Jivan, and yours truly (whose first name is actually Arthur). We were away 13 days, saw a range of interesting places (including Lake Eyre with water, Oodnadatta, and Coober Pedy) and met some fascinating people. As is usually the case on these trips, readings from Banjo Paterson (and assorted other poets) featured, and Sue was inspired to write a poem in the Banjo Paterson style. Here it is:
The Bobby Dazzler Experience
(With apologies to Banjo Paterson)
We asked our buddy Peter who completed our four-seater
if he’d add his skills to Arthur’s tight regime.
He said he’d be delighted and we were quite excited
to join with such a well-selected team.
Jivan loves the cooking and Sue spends time just looking
for things like peanut butter; a sharp knife.
Arthur’s done the thinking and he caters for our drinking
and we conclude that this is just the life.
Pete has techo knowledge and he’s even taught in college
though we’re not so sure about his dreadful jokes.
Still, all are very funny, and some right on the money
so all in all we’re happy with the blokes.
As we cross the wide expanses, the vastness that enhances
the total picture stored in cluttered brains,
we wonder why we’ve waited, yes, even hesitated,
to experience the desert and the plains.
It constantly amazes: all the colours and the hazes,
the lizards, emus, creatures strong and weak.
Relaxed, with satisfaction, acknowledging attraction
that we cannot name but only feel, not speak.