Tucker box

The Tucker Box is legend, and the dog that sits on guard,
But now it has a rival, in Briagolong’s back yard!
We have no oft told legend to explain it’s rugged lines,
To some it’s just a puzzle; a useless piece of iron.
Yet where it stands, in years gone by, the local saw mill stood,
With whining saws and sawdust, and piles of fresh cut wood.
And then of course the loggers, with rigs they built from scratch;
This cat sits on a gearbox, from a wartime NR MACK!

Forestry boys

The Forestry Department boys, have a job that’s less than thrilling,
for days on end, they hack and burn, to earn their modest living;
but there’s a tale that’s often told, of interest in the sticks,
much more it’s said than digging holes, and swinging ancient picks!

The story goes that things were quiet, around this forest clearing,
when into view some riders came, their horses coats were gleaming,
but the workers never noticed, their eyes were firmly glued;
to the wholesome lady riders, their upper bodies NUDE!!

Now there’s those who will deny this tale, as a blatant ‘urban myth’!
but on a warm and sunny arvo’, miles out of town,
’tis said the girls decided, it was a chance to brown!
Who was first we’ll never know, but it’s a fact that others followed;
and then they rode in sunlit bliss – I’ve told you what then followed!

I know that they’ll destroy me now, for what I’ve just set down,
that it’s just a bit of rumour, someone started ’round the town,
and maybe that’s the truth of it – it’s just a Briag’ tale;
If that’s the case I’m sorry girls – I’m just a rotten male!

Julie, our neighbor

A local Queen of haughty mien, she shrugs a shapely shoulder,
A toss of hair, with model flair, no Amazon was bolder!
Her walk is strong, her stride is long, she wears a regal air,
the pride of county Tangil, a forest maid so fair.

The boss of all her kingdom, from heights to mountain stream,
she treads the road with brush and broom, to keep her subjects clean!
The cows all roam, her stately home, they are the pride of Kings,
and if they stray, in powers way, they get a hefty sting!

Her subjects they all love her, three princely sons she reigns;
Together with her Regent, a tall and handsome man!
A happy mountain kingdom, a family proud and strong,
her neighbour big in flower power – in old Briagolong.

The Blue Pool

In days of Gods and legend when the world was still unknown,
Lived a child of the Dreamtime in her mountain fastness home,
Beloved of the rivers and rushing mountain streams,
A maiden dark and slender, her beauty yet unseen;
Creating life in wilderness, all creatures great and small,
For her there was no ending as the mountains rise and fall.

A million years were passing, and yet she held her spell,
and then upon the vastness, a greater shadow fell,
And God-men were created, to take their place in time,
Progenitors of mankind, as yet to fill their place,
A woman now was vital, to birth the human race!

The mountain maiden pondered her destiny at last,
Her innocence was blinding, and so it came to pass,
Two mighty sons beheld her, and Nature’s spell was made,
But she was yet to understand the part that she would play!

The Gods they would possess her, and yet she would not choose,
and so they took to battle, and never thought to lose!

The mighty mountains trembled as they struggled for her hand,
But neither one was stronger, their strength was never spent,
And soon the God-King tired of the torment at his feet!
‘You’ll choose now, fickle Maiden!’ and lightning rent the air,
She tumbled down the shattered vale, between the raging pair!

Her hair a crystal torrent, it flowed and she was stilled,
No longer Queen of mountains tall, but yet,
A maiden still! Of the Southern land of Tanjil, among those ancient hills.

She lies there ever waiting, ’neath her suitors turned to stone,
They guard her now forever, in Her Mountain Fastness Home!