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Book 13 Page 46

A roving man am I

A roving man am I,

I’m up every morning at sun rise.

Tearing up the land

in me brand new ‘four wheel drive.’

And in me Nissan patrol

A roving this wide land I go,

carrying everything and the kitchen sink in hand.

Yep I’m now your typical Aussie, ‘rovin man.’

Forget about the image of men on foot

walking and carrying a swag,

Roasting damper over a hot fire

and frying up a chop and a snag.

I’ve got me three in one Webber bar-b-que,

and a micro- wave on board.

Got a portable fridge too

and I’m living like a lord.

For I love to go a roving,

living in the rugged scrub,

carrying around my forty four trailer

with its’ built in Jacuzzi tub.

For its nature that I love,

living under this great southern sky.

Yep! I’m a true blue Aussie battler

and a roving man am I.

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  dominicj7@poetry.net.au 1/3/00