Jim's Jottings Bookmarks

In conjunction with a lovely lady, Cathy Sayer by name, I am producing a bookmark to use as an advertising medium.
Cathy is a practising calligraphist. She has developed the face 'side' for me.
On the rear will be details of my various copyright collections which will include my blogspot title.
Should you be interested in obtaining some, please contact me electronically by telephoning Sydney - 02 9724 3442.

Ol'Mick.

When I was a boy a a dog old and true

lived by the creek with us and as I grew

became very much loved as my only play friend,

so in memory he does until my end.

His master, my brother away ploughing hard ground,

just me and my mother aware of each sound,

the times were Depression, each shilling hard won.

My brother, Mick's master - the eldest son.

My father just missing while chasing good work.

My sisters their schooling were not able to shirk

until coming of age for courtship and marriage,

no silvery slippers or a golden carriage.

So Mick was our guardian as well as a friend

should there be a danger ol'Mick would soon send

a message by barking and snarling real loud

whether rain was upon us or nary a cloud.

This day as so happened, no cloud in the sky,

a Goanna came seeking feathered chicken pie,

ol' Mick was defending our wired coop and run

by dashing and snapping - it was his day in the sun.

My mother soon joined him, I stood at her side

throwing sticks and stones while glowing with pride

at Mick and his anger at Goanna stealing eggs

until this daylight robber ran off on short legs.

He got to the main road not feeling much pain,

sidled over the edge down into storm drain,

safe and secure when then in the night

made off into the bush to recover from fright.

(c). Rimeriter. 14/12/06.