Bland On Bland – The BookThe theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Waters“.


A great theme this week, I wrote this a while back.

This is a true story or as true as any Australian bush story can be true…


Ed Bates provided the guitar backing, have a listen to how it went below…

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waters

a sailor stood upon the shore
and spoke unto the sea
your oceans have been conquered
they’ve tamed your mystery
to sail uncharted waters
i must try a different tack
he wandered through the desert
till he found a lake, outback
tis here i’ll drop my anchor
i need not look elsewhere
and everyone will know me
as the master of lake eyre

the lake was clear as crystal
free of reef and tide
ninety miles, top to tail
and almost forty wide
not another boat in sight
and few would question why
not only was it vast
the lake was also dry
though floods sent down by northern rains
to fill the lake are rare
like noah i’ll be ready
swore the master of lake eyre

from queensland came the word
of heavy rains all week
flooding the georgina
and even cooper creek
while the desert claimed its want
there was more than it could take
for the third time in a hundred years
water filled the lake
he scrambled to the banks
not a second would he spare
“i’ve waited for this moment”
cried the master of lake eyre

his mighty ship “the peril”
well noted for its strength
as proud as any clipper
though barely fourteen feet in length
they weaved along the warburton
through belt and jackboot bays
a voyage near four hundred miles
lasting thirteen days
other yachts appeared
and all were keen to share
the waters, while they lasted
with the master of lake eyre

having left the kallakoopah
a storm whipped up the sand
“the peril” it was scuttled
almost twenty miles from land
here he might have perished
alone in violent seas
excepting that the water
barely came up to his knees
he waded through the mud
but did not curse nor care
“for i have sailed the desert”
sang the master of lake eyre

what would bring a sailor
to an arid, salted plain?
abandon certain waters
and chance it all on rain
there’s adventure all around
and truth as tall as tales
imagination carries us
as far as any sails
what might be is boundless
to those who dream and dare
stubborn, dogged bastards
like the master of lake eyre

may the wind and rain be kind
to the captain of lake eyre

© Copyright 2018 Ian Bland


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