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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bundaleer Throne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We live out at Bundaleer in<br>A cabin, in the bush, <br>Where the air is so much cleaner, <br>And there's little need to rush, <br>We have pigs and sheep and chickens, <br>And we pick our vegies fresh, <br>So it caused a stir of interest<br>When we heard of Uncle's death! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the 'Uncle' was my mother's<br>So he wasn't close to us, <br>And in fact we'd never met him, <br>Just heard tales of 'Uncle Gus', <br>He'd been in the 4th Light Horse<br>At Beersheba, so they said, <br>In that last great charge of cavalry<br>That stained the desert red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He became a touch eccentric<br>After that, ' my mother sighed, <br>'And for years we never heard of him, <br>We thought he might have died.<br>But it seems that he'd been wandering<br>In Egypt and elsewhere, <br>And collecting all those knick-knacks<br>In his cottage at Gulnare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning that they read his will<br>It came as a surprise, <br>For we'd never even known him, <br>Nor my mother, bless her eyes, <br>But he'd left to us a token to<br>Collect down at Gulnare, <br>From his cottage, it was massive, <br>Was this old Egyptian chair! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was made of cane and cedar, <br>And some stuff that was antique, <br>There were carvings, funny pictures<br>Carved on plates of ivory, <br>It was most dilapidated like<br>He'd kept it in the barn, <br>So we used the truck of Barry's, <br>And we brought it to the farm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we washed it and we scrubbed it<br>And it came up rather nice, <br>But when friends came round to gawk<br>I simply said - 'Oh, that's the wife's! '<br>They'd grin and wink as if to say<br>'We think your wife's a loon! '<br>I'd shrug, and say, 'Oh, I don't know....<br>That chair sets off the room! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night the wind was restless <br>As it eddied through the trees, <br>There were lots of weird creakings<br>In the cattle sheds, the eaves, <br>And the wife, she woke up crying, <br>Said she felt this deep despair, <br>'I was dancing to strange music, <br>There was blossom in my hair! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning saw the wind swing round<br>Come in from north and west, <br>It brought in swarms of locusts<br>On the land, just like a vest, <br>They stripped the country round about<br>They covered up the green, <br>The locals said the swarm was big, <br>The biggest ever seen! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We noticed that the weather changed, <br>Was hot, as dry as dust, <br>And the bush became all yellow<br>And the leaves resembled rust, <br>While mice infested every barn, <br>Ate locusts by the score, <br>Then poured in by the hundreds<br>Through the open cottage door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night I lay awake, and heard<br>Some voices, whispered low, <br>Outside there, in the darkness, <br>By the open patio, <br>I went out to investigate<br>But only saw the trees, <br>The shadows in the moonlight, <br>And I heard the drone of bees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning saw a hundred swarms<br>All hanging from the boughs, <br>'You'll have to call in Corrigan, <br>The Apiarist, for now! '<br>But Corrigan was limited<br>With insufficient hives, <br>I'd sprayed them all, and killed them, <br>Before Corrigan arrived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night I saw dim shadows cast<br>On windows, that were men, <br>But wearing ancient uniforms, <br>With spears and shields, and then...<br>A guard appeared to walk along<br>The meadow, by the bog, <br>The shadow that his head had cast, <br>It looked just like a dog! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat that night and fell asleep<br>Upon our special 'throne', <br>And there, within the darkness, <br>In my sleep, I heard a groan, <br>A voice, raised up to heaven seemed<br>To come from near and far, <br>I didn't understand a word...<br>But one I did was - Ra! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning brought a plague of dust, <br>The wind howled round in space, <br>By evening, you couldn't see<br>Your hand before your face, <br>My wife sobbed uncontrollably, <br>She said: 'We're caught in sin! <br>That 'throne' has brought these plagues on us, <br>That throne's an evil thing! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We lay that night in terror while<br>The phantoms clashed outside, <br>And troops of horses whinnied, <br>Shields clashed, and soldiers died, <br>The throne lies by the apple tree<br>Illumined by each star, <br>While Pharoah sleeps eternally, <br>At one out there, with Ra! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 July 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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A cabin, in the bush, 
Where the air is so much cleaner, 
And there's little need to rush, 
We have pigs and sheep and chickens, 
And we pick our vegies fresh, 
So it caused a stir of interest
When we heard of Uncle's d..."></div>
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