The poem below was created by Jack for his English homework at school. I have been holding off on publishing until it was marked.
A prize of some home brew at the next NTFFSM outing will be awarded if you can guess the location.
Lord Jim is exempt as he has prior knowledge!
Jon
Billabong Fishing
Wallabies, brumbies and Jabiru drinking by the waters edge,
While crocodiles lurk beneath.
Feeding Barra bow waving the surface intensely
Between blooming beauteous lilypads.
Sight of dad itching to fish.
Smokey smell of the camp fire,
Flames trying to feed on our canned stew.
Richly soaked black billabong water,
Mixes with a gentle breeze.
Softly humming electric motor.
Fly whizzes through the air
Ouch! is heard as the fly abruptly stops.
Sound of dad muttering something crude.
Continuous flow of sweat
drip, drip, drip,
Dripping on to my smooth cork rod grip.
Finally the first Behemoth is caught,
She is released to fight another day
This is what it's all about.
Jack White
A prize of some home brew at the next NTFFSM outing will be awarded if you can guess the location.
Lord Jim is exempt as he has prior knowledge!
Jon
Billabong Fishing
Wallabies, brumbies and Jabiru drinking by the waters edge,
While crocodiles lurk beneath.
Feeding Barra bow waving the surface intensely
Between blooming beauteous lilypads.
Sight of dad itching to fish.
Smokey smell of the camp fire,
Flames trying to feed on our canned stew.
Richly soaked black billabong water,
Mixes with a gentle breeze.
Softly humming electric motor.
Fly whizzes through the air
Ouch! is heard as the fly abruptly stops.
Sound of dad muttering something crude.
Continuous flow of sweat
drip, drip, drip,
Dripping on to my smooth cork rod grip.
Finally the first Behemoth is caught,
She is released to fight another day
This is what it's all about.
Jack White
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