Bora born
Royce Jones _
Memories unwind on a bucket list of what
to do's around Blackstone town submerged in time.
A child's world view so close to the ground says so much
the adult scrambles to make sense of it all
space shrinks when small boys must grow into men.
A black tar ribbon now marks where cattle were
mustered down mary street past the Daniel store.
Royce Jones drove them in from Redbank Plains, stock whip
crackled in a plethora of animal noise
sometimes put on show just for us local kids.
Cowboys rode the silver screen on sunday arv
but our jackaroo was a true blue drover.
He was our analogue link to thempla of
old in Blackstone's menagerie of village
characters of rough welch miners real as steel.
- O -
Author's notes are here.
© 6th june 2019 _ Ian James Daniel
to do's around Blackstone town submerged in time.
A child's world view so close to the ground says so much
the adult scrambles to make sense of it all
space shrinks when small boys must grow into men.
A black tar ribbon now marks where cattle were
mustered down mary street past the Daniel store.
Royce Jones drove them in from Redbank Plains, stock whip
crackled in a plethora of animal noise
sometimes put on show just for us local kids.
Cowboys rode the silver screen on sunday arv
but our jackaroo was a true blue drover.
He was our analogue link to thempla of
old in Blackstone's menagerie of village
characters of rough welch miners real as steel.
- O -
Author's notes are here.
© 6th june 2019 _ Ian James Daniel
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Royce Jones _
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