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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 ut mostly, it is juts about getting up and having a go! 

Tickets at

February Muster


Date: Friday 5th of February 2021

Venue: Wilson Community Hall 

40 Braibrise Rd, Wilson

Time:  7 - 8.30pm

Banjo Paterson's Birthday

MC Tess Earnshaw 0407 385 872

Classics reader Lorraine Broun

Please note that, as the first Friday is New Year's Day there will not be a muster in January.


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. 

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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?...


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 ...



“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”...