The Farmer and Poet

Dish man he can cooks da very nice eshpatada.....Yes!!!!! But naw cabaagg tonight, just a meat.

UK cluster

Yes Ian......that cluster over the UK is more impressive than the 36-0 victory. We will keep our glasses full. Send your email to csvacha@mweb.co.za so you can write onto the blog page instead oof leaving comments.

Cheers Cameron

Friday the 14th

The logs lastnight was a horses only logs.....as Peter and I went for a walk on horseback.......As the sunset the air had a slight chill, nothing a beer could not sort out.....A paecefull walk while awaiting the clash against the might Red Roses but alas they were roses without thorns..36-0...that what good beer and biltong does for our player......Hey Brass you very quiet these days????

Cheers Cameron

From my Aussie beer drinking cousin

Dear Mum & Dad,

I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone!
I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all yagotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by
that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!! You don't even load your own cartridges they comes in little boxes and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!

Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet ,but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.

Your loving daughter,

Sheila

Beth

A community is made up with the characters in it,
Those who are dull and those with quick wit
Those who are sickly and those who are fit,
A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Beth’s another one you must about
She’s tall attractive and certainly not stout
No airs and graces does she flout
But at MCM nursery, she’s the face, without doubt.

Jeans, blouse and broad hat are her clothes
She’s definitely more at ease wearing those
Not one given to breaking into prose
She only talks about the things she knows

Mind you, with the noise her husband Cameron can make
Any competing would look like a fake
Not that she’s afraid to speak, make no mistake
At work she’ll sell anything from flowers, fertilizer or even a rake.

Now with dog, horse or any pet
Here she finds friends that are never a threat
She could work with them all day, without a sweat
She would’ve made a wonderful vet.

When Beth’s in the mood and dancing’s the thing
She and young Johno can really fling
Moving with alacrity like a bird on the wing
The Duck and Dive becomes exhilarating

But Beth’s not one for exercise
I think basically she’s far too wise
The reason she comes to the bloggs I surmise
Is that she likes the meat that’s cooked on braais

She sits quietly while others chitter chatter
It’s not work, so talking doesn’t matter
She eats and drinks without getter fatter
But when approached she can nitter natter!

Friday, September 07, 2007

by Wicks Granville

Cameron

A community is made up with the characters in it,
Those who are dull and those with quick wit
Those who are sickly and those who are fit,
A delicate fabric is uniquely knit.

Cameron is a man who loves a run
And definitely thrives on having fun
His friends include almost everyone
And he drinks beer like a thirsty Australian

Don’t be mislead by his rah! rah! rah!
Because your’re looking at a modest star
Who has run five comrades to date so far
And has many medals that fill his boudoir

A dichotomy of Cameron’s nature is
His ability to change from the Rah! to the quiet that is his
When he whispers to a horse it looses it’s fizz
In fact with horses he’s an absolute wizz

Taking young Johnno under his wing
He has made running become a fun thing
He loves to include him into having a fling
At the Duck and Dive, where he and Beth go dancing

He, like brother Merek, is a horticulturist
And he too seems to be an absolute altruist
To be helpful and friendly he cannot resist
In fact he is the reason why the harriers exist.

Merek, Cameron, Beth and Maureen
Make up the MCM nursery scene
Where you can buy for your beautiful gardine
Practical gardening advice is their theme

Cameron is also a writer of note
Especially about plants and places remote
On this site, most of the updates are what he wrote
So if you don’t like it, go for his throat!!

Friday, September 07, 2007

Wicks Granville