The bush poets who tell their bush stories in rhyme
Will never bow or surrender to time
By lovers of bush poetry they are loved and known
One might say they are in a class of their own.
Of the lives of bush characters in their poems they relate
And life in the country they do celebrate
At telling of a good yarn they reign supreme
In country places the bush poets held in high esteem.
In universities rhyme poetry is seen as dead
And at poetry readings rhyming stuff is not often read
But in Outback Australia rhyme is still alive
And it's thanks to the bush poets that a tradition survive
In the Bushtowns in the pubs and clubs every night
They spin their bush yarns and their bush poetry recite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem