I didn’t let his lack of hygiene worry me,

There are some things more important

Than cleanliness;

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He could hardly speak a  sentence

His grammar was bad

I thought he’d  live in the bush

For eternity.

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But with a twinkle in his eye

And a laughing way

 He seemed to read what I was thinking

With each expression in my face.

*

He laughed, not at me but with me,

So much he couldn’t say

To inform me.

*

I got a job down south,

Didn’t see him for years,

I was teaching at the university.

I heard laughter next door

In the philosophy class

This man was teaching right next to me.

*

He wore a three piece suit,

With well cut hair;

He was speaking most articulately.

*

The same bushman I knew

From the woods east of here

It seemed an impossibility:

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How he got here from there,

Cleaned up his affairs,

It certainly seemed a mystery.

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Now I live in the bush,

It’s where I want to be,

Only wash my clothes when it rains;

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Old clothes and an ax and unkempt hair

I grunt and howl and seem to hardly speak,

Only the rare word

Is civilized in me.

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and
I laugh like I know all the world!

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(C) 2016 BY W.G. Milne