Perils of Being a 30’s Somethings’ Mum

My son got home this morning… emphasis on ‘this morning’ and in 70’s something lingo my Baby Boy scored. Don’t cringe! Can I help it if I am a Pre-politically correct generation? Hmmm.

Yep. I have been known to make even my Littl’ Sister squirm and stare… but them’s the breaks. I say it as I see it and mind… I don’t get offended at all if you tell me I am a bogan. At times I am just that but I’m old enough not to give a damn… although I don’t see it myself. Just wait for it and I am bound to offend you at sometime without even trying. I don’t mean to but I do manage it often enough to have a rep’ for speaking before I’m thinking.

Aussie Bush Poetry – Two-Fellow Level ‘gether

I first came across this poem in my research into Tribal Aboriginal Australians and the poem so touched me that I included it as a preface into Book 3, Spirits of the Rocks of The Dreaming Series.

I would like to share it with you now… enjoy.

An Australian Poem
Unknown Author

Two-Fellow Level ‘gether

Missus boy and my little boy two fellow grow up ‘gether
Level play in mud all day longa the rainy weather;
Two-fellow chase em dog all-time, fight and climb em tree,
Listen hard when my man tell stories longa to we.

That little white kid him likem me, properly nice one boy,
My old man go bush all day, cut em out boomerang toy;
Two-fellow play-play all the day, one fellow black one white,
Two fellow same when play at game, two-fellow level fight.

And my old man him say to me, ‘must be someone mad,
Whitefellow think him all time good, blackfellow all time bad;
But kiddie him no more think that way, two-fellow level play,
Whitefellow talk-talk one-fellow God, two-fellowlevel pray.

‘Blackfellow all day help ‘em white, somebody must be fool.
Whitefellow boy go different kind whenever him go to school;
“Can’t understand,” my old man say, “somewhere somebody mad.”
But I no more listen, me only see, two kid happy and glad. 

So I talk, ‘old man, listen here, no more growl-growl white,
All-about must live him way, which one say him right?’
Kiddie him play-play every day, kiddie him no more fool.
Two-fellow level understand when two-fellow level school.

Drawn from ‘Tales From the Aborigines’
By Bill Harney (1895-1962) – First edition Oct 1959