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His name was Esau

Updated on July 17, 2011

A note before you read this poem.

This poem was written whilst sitting round the campfire with a small group of friends on the banks of the Murranbidgee River between Wagga Wagga and Gundagai, in southern NSW over the Easter holiday break 2010. I'm not sure where the idea or words come from.... obviously some dark place I didn't know belonged to me I guess!

He was thinking of the moving, round the country to the proving

of the family that suspected him of naught.

Every plan he was concieving, had him working til the ev'ning

so his banking balance was growing, was what he sought.

With his gander up he told them, and in certain terms he sold them

on this scheme, in his mind he'd settled on.

With the greatest consternation, he travelled round nation

putting paid to all the hesitation early on.

And so it was, they invested, being sure of not being bested

with the certainty of the scheme he'd settled on.

He played it with distinction, not planning on extinction

for the reliability of the scheme, he battled on.

In the early days the winning, had the family members grinning

as the prospect of the mountain began to grow.

Despite some early setbacks, they all had faith in the paycheques

as the prospects of a mountain began to show.

Alas, at length the Schemer, was seen for what he'd been

as all the family members, at last the disaster saw.

That one and all was caught, in his paltry fraudulent scheme.

But all they could do was shame him. He was the last Esau.

Dags the Drover

Easter 2010


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      dags the drover 6 years ago from still lost in Western Australia

      Hi jami, nice to hear from you, appreciate you encouraging comments. Thanks again Dags

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      jami l. pereira 6 years ago

      Voted up and awesome , this is a great piece , thanks for the read

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      dags the drover 6 years ago from still lost in Western Australia

      Hi Keith, How are you these days... long time no hear. Yes you're right about the rhythm thing. I'd have to say my all time favorite poem is Clancy of the Overflow, (Banjo Paterson) and the above was my first attempt to duplicate that rhythm. I didn't do any tweeking with candence or anything else for that matter. I found it (and I'm Drowing) the other day in a note book that got lost here in the caravan, so I thought I'd just put it up as is.

      Anyway nice to hear from you again Cheers Dags

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      attemptedhumour 6 years ago from Australia

      Hey Dags, that's a pretty good warning to steer clear of fools gold. I got the rhythm, but people not familiar with the original may not. I could imagine you thinking those lines up as your speeding along those long straight roads dodging the tumbleweeds. Cheers mate.