Eyelids a first light flutter,
Body in its foetal stance,
Canine eyes cast around,
On the days initial glance.
Frosted spots on dulling fur,
Like dusting on a cake,
Dislodged like mini snowballs,
By dogs head gentle shake!
Doesn’t lift his aging head,
While old eyes dimly scan,
His metal resting place,
Rusting Kombi campervan.
A glance towards his master,
Inert in canvas swag,
Meeting of each other’s eyes,
Cause old dogs tail to wag.
The old blokes hand emerges,
Towards his only mate,
The Kelpie pads toward him,
At less than rapid rate!
Gently lick the old mans face,
Rough stubble on his tongue,
Both growing old together,
Their stories left unsung.
They both had once been droving,
Long paddocks endless course,
Dog loped behind his master,
Sun obscured by the horse!
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The road trains overtook them,
Cows cramped in lowing loads,
Long paddock now is Asphalt,
White lines bisect the road.
The man then bought the Kombi,
Swag tucked behind him neat,
They drove the Asphalt paddock,
Dog with a window seat!
At times the old man sickens,
Of life now spent in cars,
Then camps beside a creek bed,
A night beneath the stars.
The Kelpie eyes the old man,
Of whom he is so fond,
Heads toward his water plate,
A morning-frozen pond!
The man emerges slowly,
Arms stretching with a yawn,
Strokes the Kelpies greying chin,
Regrets another dawn.
This is their only life now,
The Kelpie and the man,
To drove the Asphalt paddock,
By Kombi campervan! |
