Christmas For The Jackeroo : Seasonal Poetry

The station is all dust and dirt and

there's lots of work to be done there .

 It's as hot as hell in the bush

with blow flies and mossies in the air .

Sheep need dipped and fences need fixed but it's Christmas here on the property and time to take stock before the wet season comes in January .

He dares not think of stopping work yet , for its still too early for that .

 But Santa's on his way soon and

the Jackeroo must hang up his hat  .

Time to sit down inside the old bark hut and wait for Santa to come .

 With sacks of things for the Jackeroo who's holidays have just begun .

So he puts up the feet and he leaves the sheep to find their own way home .

Yes its Christmas for the Jackeroo

and he spends it there  all alone .

He has seven thousand acres of land

most of which is flat and dry .

At Christmas in the night time Santas sleigh

is clearly seen in the sky .

The Jackeroo lives a lonely life

and his thoughts run away sometimes .

The real wonder of  it all is that 

his state of  mind never declines .

He makes time for things that matter like the

 nuts and bolts that keep him right .

Childhood innocence returns

to the Jackeroo

on Christmas Eve's night .

By Paul McCann