Old Man Colando

20 May

He looks over the house dam and sees the rain around the hill

Feels the wind on his face and smells the coming chill.

The rice is swaying back and forth and tossed upon the breeze.

He surveys his entire kingdom; but his mind is not at ease.

He thinks of what could have been if his father gave him wings.

All he could have done, he would have changed lots of things.

He sees the horses drag the Sunshine header through the crop

And the sewers lifting, shaking, filling bags up to the top.

Now sheep are coming down the lane heading for the shearing shed.

“Come behind” he yells to Robbie, or is it Rusty; two great sheep dogs long since dead.

Dust blows and eddies wildly and he smells that sheepy smell

And he thinks of struggling years and winces at that hell.

Now his Fargo billowing dust, comes racing down the lane

And his Chamberlain is blowing smoke and working ground again.

His Case header is tip toeing through a wet and sloppy bay

While the Massey Harris with Anders grips is snigging out along the way.

He wonders what could have been if he had controlled his beloved land

He wonders what he could have achieved if he was given a better hand.

Regardless of all that, with a little.... he achieved a lot

Now he has handed it all over and a younger man calls the shots

It now goes a bit too quickly, the rotation from crop to crop.

The sheep have gone, the dogs are pets, on his face are cold rain drops.

Edited by Debbie and Stephanie Buller 15/07/2012

Craig Buller

Big Brown Pa