Below is the poem entitled THE STAND AT STINKYBARK CREEK [CONTD] which was written by poet
Webster. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The brother of the leader Red then grabbed darts from the board
and hurled them at the squad cars tyres ... and yes, the lad had scored.
Detective Konaday then played the nastiest of pranks
by pouring lots of Nobby's Nuts into the Harleys’ tanks.
A Stinkies member, young Bo Stern, now felt they'd gone too far,
so bent the two-way's aerial upon the lawmen's car.
"That's low!" then shouted Stackonmire, who grabbed a cask of rum
and smashed it there before their eyes. The Stinkies just went numb.
The stand-off went for hours on end ... both sides went tit-for-tat,
until at five old Poddy cried, "Time’s up! Thank God for that."
Then Poddy, who had refereed and scored the coups per side,
was asked to hand his verdict down ... his judgement would abide.
It was a rather gruelling stand both sides displayed that day,
but Poddy judged the Stinky Gang had won the drawn-out fray.
Detectives Hanlon, Donican and Kondaday's pride died
and only Stackonmire's score was truly bona fide.
Beside the creek at Stinkybark a cenotaph now stands,
reminding all of what took place between two feuding bands.
Descendants of all those concerned consider it now best,
that gruesome stand at Stinkybark should now be laid to rest.
While watching the news on television one night, an item that took my interest was the
gathering of clan members, descendants of the Kellys and the police officers involved at
the stand at Stringybark Creek, to unveil a memorial plaque on the infamous spot and
finally allow bygones to be bygones. Aussie humour, for what it is, inspired me to
portray the above incident and make light of what has been seen, up until now, a
contentious part of our Aussie history.