Two tracks leading nowhere in the bush
Miles from anywhere,I rolled the window
Down and had a look up the first one,
Considered the position briefly and
Said I preferred the other one. My father
Looked up from his form guide and asked me why,
I said because it's not this one. You talk
To him mother, he said, I cannot deal
With him, the boy's a bloody idiot.
There's no need for language, said my mother.
While the matter was discussed I climbed
A very large red gum out over the river
And in a sense I never quite came down.
The great thing about being up a tree
Is that you're not going along a track.
Fred Dagg 1949-2017