Good old bluey

• Lachlan Callis, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

The farmer looked wearily out into the sun baked ground
And the tired sheep laying in a mound
The only tree to be seen for miles around was the old gum tree
And in the old gum tree was the farmers’ only friend
Good old Bluey the farmer said
Although Bluey was only a kookaburra
She meant everything to farmer Fred
One day Bluey wasn’t in the tree
A storm was brewing and out of the sky fell little Bluey
Now little Bluey wasn’t dead but it certainly surprised farmer Fred
After a few short breaths Bluey was left to rest
In a grave beneath the old gum tree
Now every sunrise, farmer Fred doesn’t think of the drought
But he thinks of good old Bluey instead