DANCING WITH TOADS

Bob Magor started life in the picturesque hills surrounding Myponga on the Fleurieu Peninsula of SA.  Like most residents in this intensive dairy farming area he was born with cow manure in his veins.  Most of his neighbours were convinced that he had the masculine version of the same stuff in his head when he broke the mould around 1989 to become a bush poet.

Being a sharing and caring husband he left his wife Beryl chasing sheep and delivering calves while he went lairising and travelled the festival circuit around Australia promoting himself and bush poetry.  She’s not sure how he got away with it.  It paid off (and his marriage survived as Bob cemented himself as one of the top contemporary bush poets in the country.