Bicentennial National Trail – Poem by Jenny

G’day guys and girls, I’ve just posted Jenny’s magnificent poem, the poem with no name. Ah thats your chance to think about a nameand post it in the comments of course. The poem’s all about the life in the bush on the bike. She has spent a fair amount of time writing, so grab a coffee sit back and enjoy.

The Bicentennial National Trail
5 guys are cycling, they will not fail
Dave, Didi, Muzza, Terry, and Cal
know cycling is what they all do so well

Killarney is the start of this trip
For 4 of them they say “let em rip
Didi will start in just over a week
when all of the others will be at their peak.

A few days in and there’s trouble already
Terry’s derailleur is broken and there is no going steady
A phone call to Adam, he’s soon on his way
To rescue his Dad and he’s there the next day

So off to the coast where his bike it is fixed
It sure wont be long before he’s back in his nix
But Terry soon finds a big shop whilst he’s there
Katmandu is it’s name he’s caught in it’s lair

Many dollars & cents later, with lots of nice gear
He comes back to us after good food and some beer
Jen & Didi have now arrived at the camp
And the guys cycle in after having got damp

Caught in a hail storm just out of town
They huddle for cover and Cal says with a frown
The hail “it hit my thumb and GPS”
But no damage is done so it passed the first test.

Muzza is the one who can navigate real well
“No not your finger – use a pointer” he tells
And GPS’s are good too
They are helpful as well and give lots of clues.

But maps and compass are still best of all
When Cal & Dave ride past, the others they call
“Hey wait you two, you’re going the wrong way”
And that’s the last they saw of them for that day.

Ribbons on trees were placed after an hour
So on went the others just a little bit sour
They hoped they’d meet up with them the next day
And in Mt Perry they did and so all was ok

But on their trip that they journeyed alone

Cal’s GPS got thrown like a bone
Off his bike towards an oncoming car
But no damage was done so they all went ….ahhh

Now from all accounts there is one word we keep hearing
It’s called hills and big mountains a word they are fearing
Cause this seems to be the terrain they’ll stay in
And if they just keep on going it will be a big win

But first they need to offload some gear
As their packs are so heavy and they don’t want to veer
So into the car a lot of stuff goes
So now we hope it will help fend off their woes

But now the weather is turning quite cold
3 degrees one morning or so I am told
When the van is there it’s as warm as can be
With heater a blazing and lots of hot tea

Then in Biloela we’re all wearing a frown
Cause Calan and Dave are both leaving town
So it’s by bike and then rail they will roam
For alas it’s time for them to go to their home

Now there are 2 men who have helped us a lot
Mal & Dave who tells us what is and what’s not.
Updates on notes and books in our hand
These guys really know the lay of the land

Mt Morgan is the next place we ride
Rainy and windy – we do want to hide
From the mud and slime that’s stuck to our bikes
It’s hard to ride thru it and it’s what we don’t like

Now Didi has had a bit of bad luck
A stick in the leg and that’s where it got stuck
A week he’s been told – that’s what he must rest
Cellulitis it is, so I guess it’s for the best

Muzza now has only one gear
And he’s cycling along without any tears
3 days he cycled and he did it real tough
but by the end of that time – he’d sure had enough

Now Terry & Muzza are alone on the trip
The hills go up .. up… and then down in a dip
It’s pushing and panting and swearing as well
The hills are relentless and it’s been really hell.

Nebo’s the town where we all meet together
The 4 of us now so it should be a lot better
Didi he’s happy to be back on the bike
Cycling the country that what he does like

At Eungella Dam we have a new face
Paul now joins in and we keep a fast pace
But then lo and behold Jen has trouble with the van
So back to Mackay they go as fast as they can

But before they go they must offload some gear
And the faces of all now show pure fear
Cause that means they now must carry much more
Which certainly means their legs will be sore

A few days pass by and the van it is ready
So off we do go and our pace is just steady
Didi he starts to now cycle alone
But in contact he keeps with the guys on the phone

Mt Garnet for Didi is where his cycling does end.
Now he heads off to home with his wife Jen
And Terry & Muzza into Cairns they do come
The trips at and end but they sure had some fun.

So to everyone there who is reading this ditty
I’m sorry if it doesn’t sound too witty
But this is a true record of what went on
So it will be remembered after we are all gone.

The End – Love Jenny