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| | From: wileybill (Original Message) | Sent: 5/16/2008 5:06 AM |
A Day at Doctor’s Creek
From the flat roofed cottage on the river’s north bank We drove in the truck as we gave God all thanks For a new day just dawning with adventure to come When work was a pleasure although not all fun
At the Hokitika gorge we parked and descended To the swing bridge that had been recently mended And after admiring the beautiful gorge We examined the steel that was formed in a forge
Then through a gate and down riverside track Two horses were tethered for our trip there and back I was given Old Bill �?my name the same Gordon would call so both of us came
We road down river to check the deer trap This time it was empty �?no time for a nap As Gordon showed me a moss covered plateau And Old blue sunk down so off I did go
Back upon the horse we rode to the bush Where an old rusty Leyland sat on a Cush Of mossy stones that sloped away down And helped us get started without too much frown
We unstapled the netting from a deer fence not required And rolled up and tied in rolls it transpired That the easy part had now been completed As we tackled the posts which were firmly seated.
Gordon backed the Leyland right up to each post As I clamored in mud and fastened snig chain to most That we could on the side of that hill To see it all finished gave a fine thrill
It was almost dark when we headed back for horses And mounted our aches for homeward courses. The canopy of bush covered over the track So under the trees it was the darkest of black
Not a foot could I see in front of me Nor could I see how low the tree That was trying to sweep me out of the saddle So down on Bill’s neck I hung in fearful cuddle
Gordon led on ahead though how he saw? Made me admire in gracious awe A man who by faith rode through death’s dark vale And never reverted to wine or ale.
But when we returned to horse trek end We unsaddled the animals and left to fend And then past glow worms I took my friends hand As he led me over that swing bridge grand.
And nothing very much I saw at all Until into that truck I crawled When lights turned the darkness bright On that very dark and frightful night.
Mark Thrice
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