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.

Jim's Jottings - Blogspot Tastybytes

Short excerpts from various collections over time

Poets' Lament.

Oh! Why Oh! Why

do only those

versed at writing practised prose

just about on any theme recieve recognition from Academe.

Whilst those of us at grass level continually miss whilst others revel

in praise and prizes constantly.

*

Rime of the Ancient Traveller.

(4 or 5 stanzas in total)

I Must

go out to the bush again, in this wide and windswept land

and all I need is the will of old to travel far overland.

Cross those plains and sandy dunes, to where kestrels and eagles soar,

to see cragged cliffs with beetling brows and -----------

*

Australian Bushrangers

of the

1800 Era.

(3 stanzas in total)

Locals were larrikin legends with their exploits recounted in verse,

carried out many rich robberies but never stole, a poor woman's purse.

In the latter part of the century --------------------

were those deemed to be heroes ------------------------------

*

------ the next hill.

(5 stanzas in total)

the next hill !! the next hill !!

it's just over there,

what's over it ?? what's over it ??

- perhaps it does not compare.

There's no way of knowing, until you crest

the next hill, the next hill - maybe ----------

*

Lay of a Lonely Bugler.

(5 stanzas in total)

A bugler stood on a lonely hill,

as soldiers do as buglers will

to sound those notes of a final post

for comrades lost he rests there still.

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*

Three Women

- in transit.

(6 stanzas in total)

Travelling the western line to the city was when I happened to see

a young woman on Redfern Station, the very first one of the three.

Draped alongside a lamp post, 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

--------------------- it was obvious ---------------------

Her hair fixed in a bun-knot ----------------------------

----------------------------------------------------. And a sunshade in a furl.

*

Tough Enough ?

(5 in total)

Tough ? Tough as an ol' boot !

With a story to tell, the ol' galoot

sittin' there in 'is bush rockin' chair.

Thinkin' of the times --------

---------------------------

---------------------------

but, memories of long ago -----------

*

Terse Tales and Wise Words.

Education starts early. Knowledge comes far too late.

To be rich and compassionate, first you must be poor and penniless.

Good, I've got the first part right ?

Educatiion has taught me that there are more important things than what's going on.

How happy is the moron ? He doesn't give a damn.

I wish I were a moron. My god, perhaps I am.

*

Pricing Details.

Bootin' about the Bush - a published collection of bush verse.

Second Edition - Second Reprint - $15.00.

My Australia - single A4 page with unique black & white graphics - $2.00 each.

Rovin' Round - single A4 page wioth unique full colour graphics - $3.00 each.

Special requirements - Subject to discussion.

Amblin' Around Australia - Colour Booklet to be released 2007.

Available now in individual A4 sheets - $3.00 each.

Special requirements - Subject to discussion.

Tibooburra - when it's hot.

Tibooburra
- when it's hot.

is deadly, dry and dusty,
far too hot to think.
Even lizards -----------
to often have a drink.

A scaly creature crossed the road
runnin'like a flash,
enough to be mistaken for
the úndred metre dash.

The bloke I ád been yarnin'to
standin'in the shade
said "see that scaly critter go -
He's really got it made".

I asked,
"Isn't it unusual to see that kinda thing"
hopin'he would talk.
"Yeah", he said laconically -
" ----------------------- "


NOTE - this one has a great graphic to complement the text.
When I find someone to image onto this page you will see what I mean.

This Horserider -

Upright in his saddle, riding true, riding tall,
just easing along beside fences and wall,
he's come for the thrills of competing quite soon
at the Innamincka rodeo whch starts around noon.

He is burnt a sun bronze by the Capricorn glare,
he is handsome, he is tough with a far outback stare
that comes from flat country and seein' for miles
but his skin easily ---------------------.

The ride down from Birdsville has been lonely and hot
but this far in the outback they are used to their lot.
He knows of the "Dig Tree" and the tragedies there,
it's where Burke and Wills perished after Gulf Carpentair.

Born, then bred to a saddle from very early in life
some drinkin' - some carousin' - but kept out of strife.
He knows about cattle spread out over this land,
the muster, the bluster, -----------------.

He has ridden Strzelecki, the soft sandy creek
also the dirt track where lesser men weep,
before passing the "Corner" of Cameron fame
then on to Tibooburra where they all know his name.

This Rider, you see -------------

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that will last - it will last.

© Rimeriter

Amblin' About Australia

Now that I am getting to understand how to use this modern medium of communication, today I have been able to post two new items.

As my recent publication - Bootin' About The Bush has recieved a modicum of success I am considering a new collection with the title - Amblin' About Australia.
As time permits, I will post a few examples.
Should anyone see fit to comment now or at a later time, those comments will be appreciated.

Rimeriter.

bloody country

I

love this

bloody country

I've got 'er in me veins,

'er trials'

'er tribulations,

'er sorrows

aches'

'er pains.

*

MY AUSTRALIA

Australia. My Land, one nation and free,
an island of beauty encircled by sea.
Great mountain ranges deserts of gold,
mysterious secrets yet to be told.

Plains so extensive rivers and gorges
beauty and splendour a canvas it forges.
Snow-capped escarpments waterfall spun
crystals of brilliance vibrate in the sun.

Myriads of rainbows banking in flight
birds in a spectrum of colour and light.
My land, Australia much more to behold
an artistic canvas, green, silver and gold.

Copyright 2005 Jim Spain

NWG Inc CD Launch 23rd July 2005

At the launch of the New Writers' Group Inc's first CD, July 2005 where I read my poems: "My Austalia", "Gathering Gold". and "Ol Bark 'Ut"