SC (07/01/90 - tomorrow / London)

Andy's Return

With pannikins all rusty,
And billy burnt and black,
And clothes all torn and dusty,
That scarcely hide his back;
With sun-cracked saddle-leather,
And knotted greenhide rein,
And face burnt brown with weather,
Our Andy’s home again!
His unkempt hair is faded
With sleeping in the wet,
He’s looking old and jaded;
But he is hearty yet.
With eyes sunk in their sockets—
But merry as of yore;
With big cheques in his pockets,
Our Andy’s home once more!

Old Uncle’s bright and cheerful;
He wears a smiling face;
And Aunty’s never tearful
Now Andy’s round the place.
Old Blucher barks for gladness;
He broke his rusty chain,
And leapt in joyous madness
When Andy came again.

With tales of flood and famine,
On distant northern tracks,
And shady yarns—‘baal gammon!’
Of dealings with the blacks,
From where the skies hang lazy
On many a northern plain,
From regions dim and hazy
Our Andy’s home again!

His toil is nearly over;
He’ll soon enjoy his gains.
Not long he’ll be a drover,
And cross the lonely plains.
We’ll happy be for ever
When he’ll no longer roam,
But by some deep, cool river
Will make us all a home.

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Comments (3)

I hope you learn to love again, Siana. Nice write. Jxxx.
I agree with Gina. The meter sort of slips about half way down, but an honest and fine, fine piece of work. I love that line, 'I cannot love a demons host.' Raw, but, nonthelesss, a fine effort.
I really like the first half of this, Siana, down to 'Permitted you to feel' - rich, well-metred language leaving no doubt as to the bitterness and disillusionment on the part of the speaker. The rest of the poem, though, I feel needs work with specific regard to the metre, content (from 'Just don't pretend...' to 'I do not need you anymore') and the language (that used in the section that I've just cited) . Whatever you do though (if you are going to make any changes to this poem which is entirely your prerogative, as you know) keep 'I cannot love a demon's host' as well as the last 2 lines. They're strong. Best wishes, Gina.