I have lived and worked here in Toowoomba for a little over two years. In a few days I leave for Townsville - a transfer, doing fairly similar work. At a send-off lunch on Wednesday, one of my work-mates, Peter Fraser, recited this poem that he had written for me. i am honoured and touched by it....
"On the road again"
They say he's on the road again,
He's heading Townsville's way.
They need a vet up North it's said
So here he could not stay.
We'll miss his wicked humour,
And his yarns at morning tea
His distinctive clothing fashions
And tales of things to see.
He marches to a different drum
Than the usual Tor Street crew
Is fluent in Pidgin English
And Asian cultures too.
Some call him the "Bhagwan"
Some the "Hippy Vet"
But no matter what you call him
A response you're sure to get.
He quickly made his presence felt
When field jobs came our way
Be it Animal Welfare or Disease
Or watching carcasses decay.
He became a real team player
And we'll miss him when he's gone
But we wish him well in Townsville
And we'll catch him later on.
© Peter Fraser 2009
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Thank you Fraze for this bit of "bush poetry". I will miss my Toowoomba friends....
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