Blackfish Poems - Poems about Blackfish

...In one square mile, northeast of Noojee, there are seven birds that I often get to see as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry, in one square mile, northeast of Noojee. A Whipbird crack th......

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...Why do the fair, seeing black humans try to flee? Are black fruits, chocolates, gems, too, their enemy? Don't they dive for treasures even in the black sea? Why do the fair, seeing black humans tr......

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...Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me as I meander 'round the dell and glade. Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’ Reclamation offers ......

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...The universal worm has got some competition now, since ‘Sandy’ took me out to Bateson’s dam. This don’t include the ‘whitchys’ we get in a broken bough, nor ‘scrubbies’ on the hooks we have to cra......

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...I got a phone call from a mate of mine I hadn't seen for years, and I could tell by his quivered voice that he was close to tears so I asked Ken what is wrong then heard his voice that shook , “O......

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...I was hunting out bait for blackfish, to compliment yabbies and worms. With my tomahawk I sought a log, Rotted down now for my terms. It must be covered in moss; nearly soil in the heart, hidde......

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...I’ve often mentioned Hilly in the poems that I have written, and I’ve often said that Hilly with a brewer’s surely smitten, so you’re libel now to see him in the state that I call ‘blotto’ but tod......

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...Oh yeah if you’re a fisherman, and you’re rung up by a mate, there’s always time to put down tools with no need to contemplate, ‘cause fishing has that magic draw to take you to your peak - and......

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...On a Monday public holiday and with my son home from school, we organized to go out fishing in a creek where blackfish rule, and while we’re putting in the boot, our bamboo poles and fishing gear, ......

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...There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river that’s a cog in the natural wheel flowing longer than mans’… time upon earth and home for the blackfish and eel. They say that the time of the crayfi......

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