Renown bush poets Winston Doak and Gordon Edmonds will be performing along with local poets.

Money raised on the night will go towards the Rotary Polio eradication project and Rotary Health Foundation which is focused on mental health in Australia.

Bookings can be made with Stephen McCoy until next Thursday.

One of the local poets is Anne Andrews who will recite some of her own work, an example of which is published below.

The DOO-DAH from HELL.

By Anne Andrews - Anne will recite more of her poems at next weekends Bush poetry night

For forty years I taught at school,

And mostly I could keep my cool,

But the other day I was surprised

To get a gift that some would prize.

Why do I write this sad lament?

They gave me a garden ornament!

This doo-dah was a heavy bit,

It put my back out carrying it.

A tree stump painted ugly grey,

And perched on top two birds of prey,

A sulphur-crested cockatoo

With a pink and grey galah there too!

Now where on earth am I going to put it?

My first instinct was just to foot it,

I decided to go down to the dump,

Or try to smash it on each bump,

I tried and tried so hard to nudge it,

But my crazy driving couldn’t budge it!

I asked the maker could I swap it,

But he said “Oh, come on now, stop it!

I’ve used the finest white cement,

You’ve no idea what time I’ve spent!”

So I shut my mouth and turned my heel,

As out his front gate I did steal.

At least it’s not a garden gnome,

No vigilante group need roam,

Around the precincts of our town,

Shooting the little buggers down.

I guess that it is mine to keep,

Though it will cause me loss of sleep.

I know that I should be more grateful,

But my feelings just got very hateful,

I tossed and turned all through the night,

Where could I put that awful fright?

I scratched my head and thought real hard

The chooks can have it in their yard!

I thought it might get rid of pests,

But it had the opposite effect,

The rooster took one look and died,

The two hens raced around and cried,

I now pay money hand and fist,

Taking them to a psychiatrist!

So hear me when I read this ditty,

It’s about a thing that just ain’t pretty,

I tried so hard to really love it,

And I couldn’t tell my boss to shove it,

So on the rooster’s grave it went,

And now it’s become a monument!