part two
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
(travels)
Poem 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF C MAJOR:
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C2 G3 A2 A3 G2 G3 F2 F3
C2 A3 A2 A3 G2 G3 F2 F3
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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, optionally, clog-dance the rhythm)
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
(travels)
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, optionally, 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
Hear here - https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=121978
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| Near the start - 1988 |
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| Near the end of my Walkabouts - 2003 |
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| Shaped coat-hanger - as used for car aerial |
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| Some even-older sedans - collected for me by my Mum, now in my studio-flat; 2/4/21 |
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