If you head out bush you may happen to find,
Six feral children, all of them mine.
Fearless, nieve and delightfully free,
if you peer through the bushes, all six you will see.

There's no need to fear, they don't scratch or bite,
But sometimes they'll yell and quite often fight.
All in all i would say that they'd have to be,
Pure Aussie bush kids an experience to see.

They've no fear of snakes, spiders or grubs,
They play in the dirt and run through the scrub,
Their faces are grubby and their hair is a mess,
They've no need to worry and never feel stress.

Their friends are the lizards and kangaroos,
They run around barefoot and never wear shoes.
They hide in the wattle and climb the iron bark,
They head out at breakfast and come home at dark.

Their wonderful finds, they will often display,
Mostly to someone who reacts with dismay.
It may be hairy, with four legs or eight,
Dont be surprised if it ends up on your plate.

Their imaginations tend to run wild,
Perhaps more than a typical city child.
With a rock and a'stick they'll play for a week
They dont sit quietly and they arént mild and meek.

Under the dirt and beneath all the grime,
They are quiet well mannered, most of the time.
With a few bars of soap and a high pressure hose,
They'd scrub up ok in a new set of clothes.

They are active, boisterous and very very loud,
They'll never fit into a normal crowd.
But these small Aussie creatures, I'm sure you'd enjoy.
My two pretty girls and four wild boys.

If you ever feel tired or weary i'd say,
Come down to our place and just spend one day.
You;ll be ever so thankful that you can go home.
To rest in the peace and quiet all alone.

And when you think back to your day in the West,
Remember these children who made it the best.
Trusting and free, they've no reason to fear,
They know nothing different , their conscience is clear.


I know it's corny but it is definately what my wild mob is like.

WOW nice

Sounds exactly like my childhood in the Texas scrub lands.

I miss spear and machete....sigh....

Awwwwww.
So many of them.
So little of you :-)

Nice.

What tender, loving passions,,falls in here,,in their every interaction, and reaction,,,,,your very blessed to have them know you,,as they are, to also have You..
A VERY BEAUTIFUL WRITE,,,,

Very nice write....

I spent most of my childhood running around in the woods & fields.....

I loved this..Reminded me of my aussie bushkid niece..

What a beautiful poem. I enjoyed it much.

Blessings for them each and every one. Blessings for you . . . for a mums work is never done. Awesome Write :)

Ha!!

This sooo looks like our backyard did.. kangaroos and all.

Yep i can imagine you running around with my mad mob and fitting right in

beautiful Josie...makes me want to go play with your kids...for a couple of minutes anyway

Not so sure that they play, more like torture

Brings childhood back vividly. Nothing better than climbing trees , swinging on ropes and catching creatures wherever they may be. Your love for your kids shines clearly through.

You are a good loving mama Josie.

If I had had a mom as a kid... woulda wanted her to be like you.

:)