Are you listening out in Wood-wood' in Balranald do you hear in the Hunter and
Newcastle all round Maitland ix it clear?
From Jamestown, in Burra-Burra and from
Port Augusta too will they stand? speak
Out? Unite..Just do whats right, its time for such to do.' In Wonthaggi and Killarny
Ballarat and Bendigo, across to Geelong town
Get out be strong 'for that is what best' the Aussies do' in Geraldton and Bunbury past Perth and
Up to Broome, at Hobatt Emerald and Coolgardie be
No longer fooled.' In Forbes and Parkes and
Dubbo, in and Coleraine, Kiama too; Crookwell and
Coffs Harbour Australia calls to you.' If
You are asleep in Tumut, awaken' ask A man Johnny
Larter, our everyday Hero just whats on.' Then tell all your mates too.' in
Yass and also Wagga.' I'm sure they'll come along.'
And in coming then will realise, that mateship
Is key; is strong ' let your flags fly high till 'bye and
Bye' you are heard and your villans fall, once again all your women and man will be free, Now will you respond..To your nations call.'
Categories:
ballarat, allegory, courage, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Good news Zoe, charges dropped drongo
Coppers had to stop, rules aren't laws
Wrongs just that..Love you darl; thats where
I'm at, you did Ballarat an honour.' By being
True against the bother, you took issue.' with
The lies they dished on you, in the very same
old town; where our miners faced some other
clowns
Ballarat awaken now..' And back up Zoe
Who showed you how.!
Categories:
ballarat, appreciation, blessing, confidence, discrimination,
Form: Narrative
The Bard stopped at Footscray
on the road to Ballarat
he was researching The Eureka Stockade
not Romeo and Juliet
he imagined the miners
manning the barricades
police bullets flying
hoisting The Southern Cross
and dying.
Categories:
ballarat, life,
Form: Free verse
I wasn't born
in Ballarat
or Bendigo
Rome wasn't close
I was born
near Reggio Calabria
many eons ago.
Categories:
ballarat, life,
Form: Free verse
Wacko Jack from Ballarat
Built the most enormous hat,
Made of canvas with a great big brim,
Three storeys tall with a velvet trim.
Some dogs howled, while babies cried
When they saw Jack's hat he wore with pride,
Old ladies gulped while others grinned,
Until one day a howling wind
Saw Jack take off, up he went,
Sailing high like a flying tent,
He yelled out loud with a face so grim,
"Next time I"ll make a smaller brim."
That same night when it was late,
A UFO spotted above Bass Strait,
But it was only Jack still holding on
To the flying hat that'd gone so wrong.
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Categories:
ballarat, children, funny,
Form: Rhyme