Over the years Australia has produced many great bush poets; Banjo Patterson, Henry Lawson and some others I can’t remember right now.
They have been joined by 53-year-old David George, a stockman from the Northern Territory.
Stuck up a tree for seven nights, injured and trapped by crocodiles in remote bush, David watched helplessly as search helicopters passed overhead.
He etched out a loving ode to his son on the lid of a tobacco tin. Thinking his end was nigh, these were his last words in this world:
“Surrounded by crocs and snakes. See choppers every day, flying too low – can pass a footy to them, blind pricks.”
“Love you, my son.”
Good to see he didn’t get bogged down in bitterness or trivial details. Classic.