Back to Kalangadoo

Howdydoo from the Weaver....Since the lock down due to the coronavirus I have had lots of quiet times giving me the opportunity to reflect on the old days back at Kalangadoo, much has come to mind these past months, much more than I can possibly post here, but what follows is a short excerpt of what's been stored in the library that is my mind, hope you enjoy.
Cheers to all, stay safe and well. Darrell.

Back to Kalangadoo

Well I’m heading back to Kalangadoo where the Thylacine they play

Where the devils scream... all night long and the kooka’s laugh all day

Yes, I’ve been gone... far too long...the silence I’m yearning for

So, I’m heading back to Kalangadoo to find my soul once more.

I’d like my old mate Lenny... to walk in through the gate

We could sit out on the verandah and take in the swans upon the lake

With a cask of red and a plank of cheese, we could yarn the whole day through

Yes, I’m reminiscing some good memories... as I’m heading to Kalangadoo.

Will the Roadhouse be open…. are the roo burgers still sizzling on the grill?

Yeah the best burgers in the State were made... at the bottom of Rawlinna Hill

The locals or anyone in the know... would stop off and say g’day

It was seven deep at the counter when the sign it read...”roo burgers, eat in or takeaway”

I wonder if Miss Wilshe is still tied up above the water line down the Bay

Will she still be waiting for me... to traverse the lake and get into a fray

Trolling down the eastern shore I might entice a brownie onto my line

Then after I win the battle, it’s a baked trout... and a glass of white wine

As I’m driving up the mountain I reflect on the day the Pub was closed

The day I gave Jack from Diggers Rest a lift... and he became quite indisposed

Cause he’d come across the Strait...he was so keen to taste the local beer

But this Cup Day the pub was closed... no one to pour a glass of good cheer.

Of course I will always remember... the wind, the rain, and snow

Yes, the winter upon our mountain...was often under ten below...

The ice would eek out a hundred yards into Kalangadoo Bay

Often Koby my Akita dog and I, for a flush of summer, we would pray.

So whether it be the Wild Boy or the Snakeman out there on patrol

There will always be an ambience awaiting all to share and to unfold

And , no matter what is offered up by The Phantom of Kalangadoo

There will always be a place for those... whom to this mountain paradise are new.

Darrell B Parker

Weaver of Words and Emotions.

20/05/20