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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Many place names in Australia reek of notoriety and oppression Where massacres took place, involved first nation native population, men, women and children, demonstrates gross inhumane expression Many of these place names remain, Bones Knob, Murderers Flat, Skull Creek are mapped in a university publication The area where my family resided may similarly have followed, same infamous identification My paternal Scottish ancestors, original settlers on our family farm from eighteen sixties, a time of many massacres With axes sweat and labour cleared the timber, populated the land with sheep Were they involved in a massacre? And if so, my father, was it a secret he did keep ? Existing on the nearest road a signpost declaring Butchers Ridge only a couple of hundred metres from the old original family home Allegedly named after a horse called Butcher far and wide he purportedly did roam When I was young, the story I was told about this horse he repeatedly escaped from his owners farm, crossed a bridge Was always discovered on a sloping piece of land, hence the area was given the name of Butchers Ridge A different story of the naming of this area which makes more sense was revealed by mother after father passed away A massacre took place giving this area its name, about which my father never spoke did my father bear inherited shame ? It's history now no one can really say One full moonlit night, around the time of one unable to sleep decided to arise, some teenage pleasure I would seek Go fishing catch a big bag of speckled brown trout from the stream there known as Butchers Creek Halfway between the house and my intended destination an eerie whooshing sound right above my head Look up !! Nothing visible on this very still clear night Very quickly reverse my fishing decision !!! Hastily run back to the safety of my bed !!! I have spoken to several first nation dreamtime elders about this weird eerie sound i experienced on that distant fishing full moonlit night They say its first nation native spirits venting anger thus responsible for my fear. I think they may be right
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