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March 26, 2021

They Did It Down In Freo

They Did It Down In Freo

They did it down in “Freo”,
They polished up the town,
Upped the rates on business
And closed a whole lot down.
Set the pace at a frantic rate
And milled the traffic round.

They could do what they did in “Freo”
If no-one makes a sound:
Up the rates on vignerons
And make the trucks go round.

They’ll not shift the fishing boats
And the trucks won’t go around.

Cease the incessant chatter
Of harvesters all night,
Stop the tractors’ diesel rattle
And flashing yellow lights,
Reduce the risk of spraying mist;
Simply bulldoze the vines.

They could do what they did in “Freo”
If no-one makes a sound.


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February 25, 2021

You’re in the Country

You’re in the Country

When tractor trailer units
Are novelties to comment on,
Once piled high with produce
Delivering round the Swan,

When one fifth acre holdings
Are the norm and creeping on,
And the red loam fertile valley
Grows brick condominions,

When industry is hemmed in
By creeping urbania,
Permits and grants are nothing
Against a politician’s likes,

Build up a comfy buffer zone
Round your winery or truck
To hedge against new neighbours;
My friend, I wish you luck.

Rates levied will rock you
And they’ll increase every half
As one fifth acre properties
Encroach closer every year,

And you’ll look ever despondently
At prices from your crop
And finally flog off your hedge
Against the other lot

Which lobs you in suburbia:
No spray mist or cattle yards;
Wine comes in by courier –
No space for vines or truck.

Talk about spray mist
Before talking of sub- divide,
About wineries and tractors,
About glaring arc lights.

Mention there’ll be cattle
Worked in those rustic yards
And the soft low
Turns to bawling
As they’re hot brand and ear marked.

Disregard the four-lane highway
And fast commuter train:
You’re out here in the country
And agriculture hasn’t changed.

👍 jt


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January 21, 2020

Season’s Plying By

Season’s Plying By

There’s blokes been out there shearin’,
share croppin’ and the like
and they’ve worked their way up slowly
to a different way of life.

A way they dreamed n worked for
an acreage they’d own
along of course with bankers,
stock agents wheelin’ by.

There’s blokes been out there workin’
with wives n kids on side,
workin’ along steady
as seasons slowly ply.

Seasons cross the ages
as seasons ply their course,
hot n dry and flooded.
Parchment landscape marks the course.

There’s blokes been out there workin’,
hard at it on their block,
clearin’ land n seedin’.
Bit o shearin’, still of course.

There’s blokes still out there working
with wives n kids n crew,
other cultures mounting.

Banks changing out their course
as agents pay attention.
‘Gainst seasons plyin’ by.
Blokes’re out their shearin’.
Still out there for a try.

👍 jt


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August 25, 2019

Watchin’ Cattle

Watchin’ Cattle

Was watchin’ cattle hunkered down on a dinner camp flat.
Hobbled my horse grazing nearby.
Finished my sandwich from the saddle bag,
layin’ back drowsy watchin’ cattle n sky.

A scraping sound entered my mind,
gently scraping closer nearby,
a rock plopped louder a buzzing fly,
caused me to open drowsy eyes.

A bungarras crept cautiously onto my space,
there we are horizontal l👀kin’ eye to eye‼️
I leapt back,
bung swung round
it’s powerful tail sweeping the ground
morsel of bread clamped firm in its mouth‼️

Horse knickered quieteley tossing its head.
Cattle camped up,
no comment from them👍

JT’s novel “The Ute” is now physical

the ute novel physical copy
> Available from Lulu.com in Paperback (pictured) for AU$24.99
> Now available at Lulu.com (Digital ePUB version) for AU$3.50
> Also available on iTunes and Barnes & Noble book stores.
> 1st edition of “The Ute” (34pp shorter) still available on Kindle (Kindle)
JT on Facebook

Paperback Electronic
Weight 0.41kg 0kg
Pages 238pp big writing 2000pp
Dimensions (cm) 14.81 x 20.98 4 dimensional


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January 3, 2018 ,

Love’s Gone

Love’s Gone

There’s no love left
at the old homestead,
chook yard n stables,
where we as kids
saddled up n rode around,
it’s all collapsed
back to bare ground.

The 8 stand shed
where we shore big mobs,
been gutted out
for a machinery shed.

And the wife n kids
all live in town
ever since
the bus shut down.

We’re cropping big time,
big gear to boot and
we’ve ripped most of
the fences out.

Livestock’s a memory
twice removed,
piles of wire,
steel posts speared through,
dozed in the bush
to rust away,
can’t see us fencing
another day.

It takes six weeks
to get it in.

By June, July
it’s home n hosed
park the gear
up in the shed,
wait
n watch
n pray for rain
in hope Jack Frost
stays well away.

Harvest comes quickly
every year
n every year
we rip it off
with harvesters
that cost a bomb.

But end of harvest
every year
regardless of
years,
yield
n costs.

There’s time to sit back,
kick back,
ready up,
for next years session
with the crop.

JT

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June 2, 2017

The Shearer

“ The Shearer ”

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He won’t push back the bat wings
On a catchin’ pen no more
Flick rivers of sweat from his brow
As he yanks the hand-piece chord

And the bottle he drank at cut-out
Will never taste the same no more
Cos he’s opted for the haul-pack
And ‘dozer on the mine
Working day or night shift
And he’s lost the rhythm of time

An air-conditioned coach cruise
Out to work and back
Doesn’t hold a candle
To a shearer’s truck on track
Rushin’ sandy crossings
Shovin’ pushin’ back and fillin’
Another shed next week.

He won’t push back the bat wings
On a catchin’ pen no more
But I’ll bet he’ll sit and reminisce
Of all the sheep he’d shore
Of ev’ry track he travel’d
As he rove from shed to shed
Of every yarn was ever ‘ad
Round every cut-out keg

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March 23, 2015 ,

Evening

The shadows are extending,
laying flat as the sun slides.
Close on the horizon,
darkening countryside.

Rib bone gullies tapered
on the ranges slowly merge
as darkness dresses slowly
before a soft white moon.

Rising slowly beaming softly,
rekindling light and space
in an outback amphitheatre,
boulders jumbled ’round the place.

Scudding moonlight probing,
leaving pockets cross the range
in deeps of dark till daylight,
bursts out cross the plain.

Chasing dark from rib bone
gullies tapered down
rock strewn range
as sunlight forges up and onwards
proclaiming brand new day.

Toppling on its zenith,
descending through the day.
Slowly giving over to
a full moon night display.

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March 16, 2015

A Plume

There’s a plume out there approaching.
Streaming in the sky,
chuffing spreading down
and wide cross sea
and countryside.

A mess of doubt and claim,
as fine silt settles on the land,
blinkered sight. Unfocussed minds
on short term gain
and power play.

Suffocating sea grass flats,
denuding coral
coloured lines of fish
and dugongs habitat.

There’s a plume out there approaching,
spreading, settling wide.

Suffocating in its path,
blinkered sight,
unfocused minds.


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February 23, 2015

Cockatoos

The cockies are all starting
On their mixed land farming lots.
Herding up their cattle
Sewing paddocks down to crop.

Tractor lights spear in the night,
neighbour’s places further out,
identified by homestead lights.
burning on far in the night.

Motor cars traverse the paddocks,
dipping lights in creeks and gullies
bringing food and welcome tea.

Add their bit to long nights round,
of round and round the paddock goes,
head and dusty trailing lights,

Silhouetes bulk seeder bins
and spidery frames with springs and tynes,
sewing seed and fertilizer
as round on round the paddock shrinks.


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March 10, 2014

The Shearer

Done the sheds around the run
Gascoyna and Pilbara.

Shear ’em when they’re fat as whales
And poor as starving cows.

Travelled the stations on a shearer’s truck
Sitting on me swag.

Camped in corrugated shacks
And shore ’em for a zack.

Rung the shed
Drunk the cut out keg
Beat the cook at cards

Me luck didn’t hold
Bookies got m gold
And the publican scored the rest.

It’s back to the stand
Bog iron in hand
Bellies and dags fair flyin’.

I’ll ring this shed
Get another cheque
And see if I can’t multiply ‘im.

 
 
 
 
 
 

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They Did It Down In Freo
You’re in the Country
Season’s Plying By
Watchin’ Cattle
Love’s Gone
The Shearer
Evening
A Plume
Cockatoos
The Shearer