Bourke Poems - Poems about Bourke

...Out beyond The western plain A mighty river Did once run It was reputed To of started Up Killarney way They say It flowed Accouple of thousand miles South` west Down Adelaide way They say......

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... "50 Words for Poe: Sibylline" Hush your mind In ancient Persia Her sands drift through your divination hands Through Her dark mirror......

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...He couldn’t find a place to stay So living on the street was his only way Until a Friday in Bourke Street Melbourne town A Terrorist set fire to a utility with gas bottles piled ‘round And an i......

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...Gundabooka Sam Old Sam squats at Gundabooka Somewhere out the back of Bourke, He lives in a shanty hut, Doesn't seem to do much work, He wears rope-held trousers And a long-john undershirt, ......

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...L’octroi des droits à Jacky – Translation of Mudroroo Narogin’s « They Give Jacky Rights » by T. Wignesan (Note : The first aboriginal writer to have achieved – according to Kevin Gilbert’s I......

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...The Tree Frank Halliwell This ancient leafy giant that's endured three hundred years Seems to tremble as the chainsaw. through it's heartwood rips and tears. It stood t......

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...Exploring the suburbs at Melbourne Glad are the late nights’ burnt Bustling Bourke Street Mall Epitome of a retail therapy’s call The archaic Flinder’s Station Scheduling warrants attention Cho-ch......

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...Uncle Les My step grandfather was uncle Les, Gun shearer of wooly sheep, he was, Travelled the country, yes I says, and at crutching, He was beaut, false teeth of gold his mouth did hold, just......

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...[ In the early 1890's, Henry Lawson tramped to Hungerford which inspired him to write a short story on his reflections. In the 1980's I was part of a team connecting Hungerford to the electri......

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