poetical?
AND...I'm back. I went to a wedding last weekend and I thought...this place looks kind of country (Gunnedah, NSW) I think the experience calls for a bush poem. Now I've never really dabbled into bush poetry, but as far I can see, you just have to make the iambic pentameter (or whatever the equivalent for bush poetry is) a bit more bouncy...and hope that the reader will have a real laid back internal monologue voice going on...."There was movement at the station, for the word had got around...) and then try and throw in some rhymes...hopefully to the tune of ABAB or at least ABCB. Anyway, let's give it a crack (insert whip noise here). A Country Wedding By Maree Butterworth I'm glad I wasn't driving, Because it did take all day, My little bro was whinging, Pretty much the whole way. But finally as the day passed, I could see the town in sight. A big drive from Brisbane, But too close to catch a flight. In the lead-up to