Tom Burnett
Tom Burnett
From one of my latest books, Ballard of Ernie Slow, I bring readers of my blog a little poem entitled Tom Burnett.
These few verses, penned by the late Ernie Slow, could well have passed as a eulogy on this man's death. They depict the general public’s tribute to Thomas David Burnett’s work with the Downlands Water Scheme, during the time of the Great Depression during the early 1900’s.
T. D. as this man was affectionately known, passed away in November 1941.
His final resting place is at Rock Etam, Mount Cook Station. A special secluded spot, where he continues his watch over his beloved mountains.
Tom Burnett
Beneath Aorangi’s might crown
Where tussocks are golden brown
There lies a hero of renown
Tom Burnett.
He likes the girls who can mend and cook
And at the naughty ones he’d never look
He reads them like an open book
Tom Burnett.
He likes the mountains clothed in trees
To shelter stock from snow and breeze
And dog with either lice, or fleas
Tom Burnett.
Of mountains, he is very fond
Just like a wild duck on a pond
His word alas, ‘tis his bond
Tom Burnett.
So, let him sleep near Aorangi’s crown
And when the world goes upside down
He’ll enter heaven with a frown
Tom Burnett.
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