Here is what I call an 'Aussie bush' sonnet.
Sonnet no.2
A Stockman’s Passing
He sleeps beneath the trees in battered swag
while cattle doze not far from where he lies.
As other stockmen camp nearby and brag,
this old man loves the quiet, star-lit skies.
He knows his life is nearly at an end,
but once again, his mind drifts back to her.
That past event he still can’t comprehend;
the deadly fire to him is still a blur.
For twenty years he's droved the mobs alone,
though with his working mates he's moved along;
Within his mind her ghostly figure's shone,
for twenty years she's sung their wedding song.
A new dawn breaks, but still the old man lies;
Together now they walk beneath clear skies.
David J Delaney
24/11/2009 ©
David J Delaney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stockman-s-passing/
