Pt Samson Causeway
Another stinker pull in to
Roebourne for a breather
A Beer
no not me I'm just a kid
Dad doesn't drink much either
Samson Causeway new stone causeway
The pearce's burnt the old
wooden one down
Not our family not us I say
It wasn't us was them same spelling but the daughter's name began with M
Had a bbq one day that went
astray They said it was an accident but not all believed them
You could see the old bridge there beside the new'n
First time we passed Dad
said Let's try a spot of Fish'n
and we might catch our Tea
How many hours Not a nibble
These fishing conditions indeed are dour
what? a splash What's That?
Old Ben Egan I believe has a Queenfish on the wire
He is lucky the Shark in pursuit didn't rip it off the
line completely
Silver Blue splashing dashing
Landed queenie and cast out quickly
Dad he hooked a Turtle
you never mean to just the luck it's fucked
Poor old thing swimming
round with hook and line
Cut it too thin to reel it in
It Sucked!
Tide went out so surprised
must be eight yards deep no doubt
See the Sea is returning again
Seeya Ben If in town givvus
a Shout
- Author: Pearcemelville 卯升 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 10th, 2022 03:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Pilbara weekend
- Category: Children
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