A Bushman,s Memory Of Love

24 Nov


On a lonely hill top high

I chanced upon a mountain cabin

Where gullies meet the mountains

And mountains reach the sky

Beneath the starlit Southern Cross

In the darkness of the night

Stands a lonely rough log cabin

Holding secrets of a past

Once the refuge of a bushman

A home amongst the Eucalypt

And Ghost gums

Standing majestic and regal

As sentinels standing tall

The door was always open

The fire within

The stone earth hearth

Always burning bright

The warmth within

The old log cabin

Was always a welcome sight

For those who strayed

From life’s past

Within the darkness

Of the night

Around the nightly fire

The old man would regale

His past

And entrance you

With story’s of his life

Story’s as seen

Through eyes dimmed with age

And a memory as young

As yesterdays dawn

Story’s of wars and adventures

In distant lands and foreign shores

Tell tales with quotes

Of ancient times

And lives long past

The songs he sang

Had a melancholic air

Of love

The words he spoke

The words he wrote

Had no rhyme

Nor had no reason

But the rhythm of his world

Was felt upon your heart

And as the night grew tired

The question of love evoked

And coldness pervaded

The old rough hut

The coldness of an old mans

Broken heart

The silence within

Unspoken words

Faded as the old man

Retired to his dreaming

And somewhere

In Australia’s past

An old bushman gave up the ghost

On a lonely hill top line

Where gullies meet the mountains

And mountains reach the sky

Beneath the Southern Cross

In the darkness

Of a star lit night

Stands a lonely bushman’s gravestone

Beside a rough log cabin

The door is always open

The fire within the old stone hearth

Has now grown cold

And in the stillness

Of the night

The walls still echo the stories

Of an old man’s past

And if perchance

Your mind does wander

And you hear the eerie cry

Of a wild dingo or a mopoke

And your thoughts wander

And you start to ponder

Of an old man’s love

The cabin takes on

An eerie gloomy chill

For words of love

Were never spoken

For in death

In old man’s heart

The words of love

Died and grew cold

As cold as the embers

Of a fire

Which once burnt bright



Posted by on November 24, 2010 in Uncategorized


5 responses to “A Bushman,s Memory Of Love

  1. Beth Marie

    November 24, 2010 at 2:04 pm

    Awesome story Emu. You are a very talented writer as the words come alive while I am reading them. Thank you, I thoroughly enjoyed this post.

  2. prenin

    November 24, 2010 at 12:55 pm

    May the poor old guy rest in peace.

    God Bless my friend – very emotive!!!


  3. Sue Dreamwalker

    November 24, 2010 at 9:58 am

    This story evoke such a vivid picture in my mind Emu.. as I saw the fire burning bright as the old man told his tales.. and I heard the dingo cry in the light of the moon as the night sent chill as the cabin felt his eerie ghost … A wonderful story well told…

    • aussie emu

      November 24, 2010 at 10:09 am

      Thank you Sue , this story was actually based on an experience I had many moons ago when isolated in the Australian outback , long before I entered the writing world
      Emu aka Ian

      • Sue Dreamwalker

        November 24, 2010 at 10:22 am

        Memories of ones own experience always create the best writings Emu… Thank you for sharing some of those precious thoughts you have stored away.. keep them coming..


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


True stories with a twist!

Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog

Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder


poetry and tidbits by lauren scott

Colline's Blog

A potpourri of thoughts and experiences


Viele Bilder, wenig Worte!!

^.^ Wordpress ... Blogger ... Wordpress ... Blogger ... Wordpress ... Blogger ... Wordpress ... Blogger ... Wordpress ... Blogger ... Worpress ^.^

Firelands History Website

"Sufferers' Land" Tales by Dave Barton

Prenin's little page

Just another site

Dreamwalker's Sanctuary

A Sanctuary for Enlightenment and Peace through Poetry and Inspirational Thoughts as we go through Life

Blog Kunterbund von G.B.

Welcome to Sheila's Space

Just another site


philosophising on meaning of life via poetry and prose

Pacific Paratrooper

This site is Pacific War era information

Dreamwalker's Garden

Growing Your Own Produce and Remedies

%d bloggers like this: