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What lies behind a Name ????

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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Croft Avatar
February 27, 2026 at 12:03 AM
Enjoyed reading and learning something new!
bard Avatar
February 27, 2026 at 10:32 AM
Good day Karen Glad you enjoyed my poem Blessings Douglas
Rodrigues Avatar
February 25, 2026 at 8:39 PM
Interesting! True story? Things can be scary at night.
bard Avatar
February 25, 2026 at 10:09 PM
Hi Kim Definitely a true story Thank you for response blessings Douglas
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