WA BUSH-POETS & YARN SPINNERS
The WA Bush Poets and Yarnspinners welcome you to our website. We wish to share the passion that delights, inspires, entertains and makes us feel. It lets us touch that part of us that everyday life cannot.
The art of bush poetry and yarn spinning is all about entertaining. It is about telling a story and delivering the lines with just the right amount of humour, passion or feeling and sometimes, even with a touch of the theatrical to add to the spectacle but mostly, it is just about getting up and having a go!
Sunday May 2nd 2021
Featuring - poets, Stinger Nettleton, Robb Gunn, Christine Boult, Bill Gordon, Greg Joass
-Music, Warwick Trant
Date: Friday 7th of May 2021
Time: 7 - 9.30pm
Venue: Wilson Community Hall
40 Braibrise Road
MC Rob Gunn
0417 099 676
Classics reader Heather Denham
Silver Quill Written verse Competition now open
Leading the line up of poets traveling to Derby will be our Australian Male Champion-Keith (Cobber)Lethbridge and Peter (Stinger) Nettleton.
Our Poets, enjoy the opportunity to give any special event a truly unique Australian flavour.
If you or your organisation are looking for a performing poet for a function please get in touch with those that you think may fit your needs.
Each Poet has an individual style, so please contact them directly regarding availability, cost , style of poetry etc.
POETRY OR PROSE
I come from a long tradition of bush poets from the west
You may think that we’re old foggies and we’re maybe past our best
But Henry and the Banjo wrote their poetry in rhyme
And it may not be your cup of tea but it’s stood the test of time ...
Remember now those days of gold,
the frosty nights, the bitter cold;
a roaring fire to beat the chill;
the old bush camp near Tin Dog hill.
Bright stars that shone in clear night skies;
the chilling howls of wild dog cries
and how we yarned each night till late,
the billy on -- remember mate?...
THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
So gentle is the hand that guides the mother she holds dear,
both glad to see that now at last their journeys end is near.
They pause as though to gather strength before they move once more;
uncertain steps are slowly made in through the waiting door ...
THE PRICE OF WATER
“Two dollars a litre for water says I.
I thought water was free as it fell from the sky”.
“That’s much dearer than petrol or diesel”, I said
“no wonder folks prefer to drink beer instead”...