Walkabout With My Pen (Chants from Walkabouts - 1)

Poem 2 of 230:  WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN 

(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF C MAJOR: 

C2 F3 G2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3
C2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3 F2 F3
C2 A3 A2 A3 G2 G3 F2 F3
C2 G3 A2 G3 A2 G3 F2 F3

C2 F3 G2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3
C2 F3 G2 G3 A2 G1 F1 F3)

Once drove an old sedan up north,
    From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
    By train, to look without set plans.

(Whistle and, sometimes, clog-dance the rhythm)

I browsed through the trendy market,
    With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
    Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.

(Hum)

I dined in a scenic cafe;
    Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Passing Djabugay called-out: “Hey,
    You go walkabout with your pen.”

(Ooh)

Request or question, I don’t know -
    Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
    And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com