Bloody Marvellous.

WELL !   Who was it once said -  'Who'd a thunkit' ?

My personal thanks to all involved in structuring, setting up, organising
then presenting an NWG meeting that was available to all we members yesterday.

Comments around the room were very positive.

I enjoyed and benefited from the presentations and information enormously.

As I am sure others would.

My intention is to copy and paste these few words into my Blogspot.
Again, a facility to which I was introduced and set up in by a marvellous member.

The Rains Came

and the

WATERS RAN

from far up north,

torrential rain poured across those plains

that channel water from flooding rains

where a tropic storm raged, way up high

darkening to blue the northen sky,

bruising first then next to black,

quenching thirsts in our

DRY OUTBACK

****

©. Rimeriter 5/10.

Image extracts from ABC Rural.
Note :  the images did not transpose.

Indigenous.

My Place of Birth.

 New South Wales.

My Country of Origin.

Australia.

 Indigenous.

1.   originating in and characterising a particular region or country.

2.   innate; inherent; natural.

Reference – The Macquarie Dictionary.

Second Edition 1991.

Wicked Witch of Wattle Flat.

Recently Arthur Marshall and I had a little chinwag on the 'dog n bone'.

He mentioned enjoying a spell in the salted waters at Moree and as well, Sofala and Hill End.
Now, these three places 'ring bells' with me, so Arthur asked could I write somethin'.

So I said, "Done Mate", knowing full well all I had to do was dive into my electronic bookstore to delve about in a few hundred or so writings about things Aussie.

I've put this one in the regular mail to him, along with a coupla others -

‘Wicked  Witch’

of

Wattle Flat.

Does she exist ?

One cannot be sure,

but her presence was near,

in days of yore.

*

Let’s now go back to that dreaded time

to the day we were sure all was not sublime.

The weather was fine, the trip most extensive,

until this day we are still very pensive.

We set out early from old Bathurst Town

to travel to Hill End, a place of renown

for miners and ‘spivs’ and glittering gold,

to visit the diggings and their relics behold.

It was during this journey that we made a stop

for relief and refreshment from the only shop

along the old road to Sofala and Hill End,

when - suddenly as happens we rounded a bend.

The old broken sign was lopsided and sat

up on a post and told us that

we had without knowing, reached 

Wattle Flat.

It was not a township - hardly even a village -

not much around for even bushrangers to pillage.

Just a few houses - no bus stop - no ‘phone

                                                      all we could hear was a fly's steady drone.                                                                                                                                In the Aussie bush as the locals will tell,

the bloody bush flys will

sure give you hell !

But if you wear that very sensible hat,

with corks all around when in Wattle Flat,

bushflys will not get into your eyes or your ears

you can grin broadly at others whose fears

keep them at home to avoid the nuisance

of bushflys and blowflys and great big bull ants.

But now to the witch --

we must explain

before your tempered patience begins to wane.

Does she exist ?

by crikey she does.

How do we know that ? Well it is becuz    --

from a nearby house emanated a ‘cackle’

causing everyones hair to raise in a hackle.

“It’s the witch”     “It’s the witch”   

somebody cried,

we all looked around for places to hide.

We peered and we probed through the deepening gloom

and then came another  -   from the very front room,

of a ramshackle cottage with a roof made from tin.

We wondered what could be causing the din !

Now,

you know a good story is structured in truth

so, if you want to hear - a witch say 

“forsooth”

then you too must visit old

 Wattle Flat

then you will know how in time - it begat

a continuing saga retold many times,

committed to verse with words making rhymes,

which continued a fable  -  ‘mongst family and friends

then you will know too

how this story ends.

                                                        (c). Rimeriter. Created  2/8/97.

Revised from WriteNow 7/9/10.

Jim's Jottings Logo. (Modified)

Cheeky little Fella.

Looks a bit bloody Bold.


WELL, what would you expect ?

*****

Jim's Jottings New Logo.

Jim’s Jottings
Aussie Books.

A sample selection.


1. My Australia Series -
this bloody country.
My Country’s Colours.
My Land.

2. Bootin' About Series -
wanderin' west.
Three Tree Creek.
Wanderin’ by the Condamine.

3. Roamin' 'round Series -
north and south.
Watching Clouds.
Outback Jack.

4. Amblin' Around Australia -
bootin' and roamin'
Ancient Traveller
Tibooburra when its Hot.

*****

Annotations of Interest.

Various collections of rhymed verse have been in process since 1997,
more than ten years in gestation.

They have evolved through an early Apple Computer using WriteNow as a platform, then via Appleword and currently are produced on an
Apple OSX, using Microsoft Word.

Colour was not available in the early period; black and white is now mostly replaced for both text and images.

Single A4 sheets in black and white have transformed to
A5 in bifold configuration.

Bookettes in Bifold are available with limited internal pages.

Booklets in Bifold with steel stitched bindings are now available.

Books in professional bindings are available to order.

Subject to becoming a recipient of a Fairfield City Mayoral Donation recently, efficiency, quality and circulation has improved.

Covers can be personalised -

Pre Orders are necessary.

Contact – Rimeriter.

NB: My new logo, which was modified for me by one of our masterful members, will not attach.
Guidance required Please.

My Town
The
City
of
Sydney
**

Platform Art -
People posing on platforms, provide picturesque visions to see
Study them as you travel, a delight to the eye they can be.
It requires just a short distance, to view these statuesque sights,
a trip of only one hour, will produce so many delights.
***
The south western line to the city, was when I happened to view,
a young woman on Redfern Station. Is it possible it was you?
Draped alongside a lampost, which is ornate ; of old world charm.
She complemented the style and shape. Certainly did it no harm.
A dress possibly of the forties, full length, flouncy and flared
adorned a well rounded figure. It was obvious that she cared.
Her hair fixed in a bun-type knot, but a strand allowed to curl
down one side of a fine fair cheek, her sunshade in a furl.

Further along in the shadow, against a poster, in a black frame,
was another kind of lady. She was possibly on ‘the game’.
Long leotards hugged her figure, revealing every nuance and curve,
She sure enjoyed the attention, with patience, pleasure and verve.
A tight top encompassed her torso, from neck almost to her waist,
most men cast an admiring eye. Some stumbled in their haste.
The poster depicted a movie, about a gangster and his girl.
She had been beaten, bloodied and broken. Then left in a gutter swirl.

Recall the steaming country trains. At Central no puffing now.
But a farmer in the ‘big smoke’ - with a faint whiff of a plough,
leaning against a stanchion appearing very weary and weak,
also a portrait of a gum tree trunk and a log nearby the creek.
A big hat tilts over his forehead, recently purchased and worn askew,
provides protection from the u.v. rays and certainly a better view.
Could his name be Clancy? Does his thumbnail show sign of tar?
No! computers with electronics, have proven to be better ; so far.

Screeching into Town Hall, the first in the underground,
allows us to see the business suits that scurry around their mound.
Straight ties, collars and mobile ‘phones pressed hard up to the ear,
in this noise and the babble could any vision be clear.
Tank Stream gurgles beneath, the three level Wynyard Station,
historic once but in these times it is now a distant relation.
Business suits stand motionless and calculate, what is todays range,
as the stream continues flowing beneath the Sydney Stock Exchange.

Breaking back into daylight, Sydney Harbour sails into view
and posed on Circular Quay platforms are tourists, and not just a few.
Garbed mostly in western clothing but adding to the scene
a cacophany of voices, we’re not sure what most of them mean.
Ferries, tugboats and liners are berthed at various docks
while far behind the Customs House, hear the chiming of the clocks.
The water glistening golden, late sun spears cloud that’s scatting.
Wind wavelets, foam and sailing craft with various voices chatting.

Appearing from out of the darkness, soon after the salt spray fades
are wigs and gowns bound in ‘red tape’, framed by collonades,
In an ambience european, denoted by decorative Italian tiles
are lawyers stern with their faces, mostly wreathed in smiles.
Back bench government ministers, from imposing Parliament House
are posturing on the platforms to prove they have some nous.
Saint James is the station, overlooked by Mary’s Cathederal
with buttress walls and granite steps and appearance medieval.

Again from tunnel darkness, Museum Station looms
reminiscent of old world creatures now posed in dimly lit rooms.
Academics tread these stairways and stroll across Hyde Park
Whilst lovers and some deadbeats use it’s confines after dark.

Travel the City of Sydney. Now cosmopolitan and smart.
Use train rails and carriages to seek out the Platform Art.

©. Rimeriter. Composed 2/99.
Revised 8/10.
Image separate page.

Zemanta

G'day, I am trialling this new feature.

It is supposed to provide helpful suggestions ?? - not so far.

Then I should be able to click or drag to add them ?? - not so far.

Perhaps, even though I am told to just start writing, I should click the
'Get Inspired' button ?? - here goes !!

Well, the 'Zemanta Assistant' opened revealing -
MEDIA GALLERY - nothing helpful.
RELATED ARTICLES - bloody useless.
IN TEXT LINKS - states, no links found.

After this it all GOT TOO HARD.

Canberra Visit.

Needed a bum break, so pulled off the Expressway into Marulen.
Just by chance chose Meridian Cafe for a brunch break.
Lucky us - Marvellous people, Terrific tucker, Easy conversation with Aly and Bob.
But in addition they support the Arts.
We of the NWG should consider a reading there.
OH ! - nearly forgot - it is Licensed too.
Send an Email - goodfood@meridiancafe.com.au
Have a chat - 02 4841 1126.

Hope you enjoy as much as we did.
Rimeriter.

Establishing links.

Just had a very interesting 'bit of a yarn' with Sue C. our (NWGinc's) webmaster.

She has demonstrated to me as to how I can link to my various electronic sites with one click.

So now, I must get back to it and create a link to this Jim's Jottings site.

" 'ere's 'opin'