Poetry Competition 2018 : and the winner is …. ‘The Old Stockman’
“Having carefully read all the poems twice, and the finalists three times, I can say that there was an excellent line-up. I found nine that I placed in the finalist category, and in the end I went with one with which many in the district would empathise. I therefore officially declare the poem “The Old Stockman,” to be the winner, and many congratulations both to the writer, and to the Dannevirke Library staff who organised this event.”
Lyn McConchie.
The Old Stockman
When age and hard work take their toll,
my time on Earth was done.
I went up to the pearly gates
with my horse and dogs and gun
to interview St Peter.
I thought that I’d apply
to manage that great station
that spreads across the sky
where the fields are green and grassy
and the cattle fat and sleek,
where the snowy fleeces fill the bale
and they work one day a week.
St Peter said, “Now tell me now,
why give the job to you?
Tell me of your experience,
the jobs that you can do.”
“Well, I’ve overlanded cattle
down the hot and dusty track.
I’ve shorn the wrinkly jumbucks
with sand upon their backs.
I’ve mustered in the Southern Alps/
I’ve fenced in Papa Blue.
I’ve done a thousand lambing beats,
and I’ve broken horses too.”
Well, I thought with my credentials
that he’d give the job to me.
But he gave it to some yobo
with a varsity degree
who wouldn’t know a heifer
from a bag of pig potatoes
and keeps his farming tally’s
on a blood calculator.
So I told St Pete “You stick your job,
I wouldn’t work for you.
I’ll go next door and see Old Nick.
He’ll give a man a go.”
Old Nick, he took one look at me
And said, “You’re just the man
to put in charge of ‘Hades Hole’
a scrub infested run,
where the hills are steep and rocky
and the rabbits breed like flies
and the lousy sheep are dying
‘neath the blazing summer sky.
No cash to fix the tractor
that’s in the shed in bits,
and the fences that were built last year
are covered by the slips.
“40 hours is what you’ll work.
You’ll do that every day.
And since the place is nearly broke,
there’s precious little pay.”
I said “Old Nick, I’ll take your job.
I’ll show you what I’m worth.
This sounds like heaven pure and sweet.
It’s just like back on Earth.”
© Trevor Tyler
When we rang to congratulate Trevor (89) he couldn’t believe that his poem won, and was very happy. He will be receiving a $30 book voucher and ‘Poetry New Zealand Yearbook 2018″ in the mail soon. Congratulations to him, and thank you to everyone who contributed to the competition this year. >Alice
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