ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

This one tells the other side of what Ross's poem was all about.

As it seemed a timely opportunity I've hastened to finish it.

Dryblowing is filthy job and extremely destructive on the environment,
even though you have to rehabilitate the areas you work.
But it's small bickies to what the big mining companies do.


DRYBLOWING FOR GOLD
The engine roars; there’s crashing gears; an insult to a bushman’s ears,
gone is the peaceful life he’d known of solitude and peace of mind.
He struggles on as miner’s must surrounded here by clouds of dust,
but curses his stupidity, regardless of what he may find.

Tormented now as hours crawl by, he shakes his head and wonders why
he’d left behind a life he loved; hoodwinked by stories he’d been told.
Before he’d found enough each day to cover cost and pay his way,
though dreamt of course he’d hit it big; but that’s the way it is with gold.

This chance appeared too good to miss; Dame Fortune seemed to blow a kiss
and hope had warmed within his breast; perhaps at last he’d live his dream.
Remaining doubts had quickly died for Lady Luck was by his side
and surely this would be his chance. But things aren’t always as they seem.

He daydreams that he’s free again to roam throughout the mulga plain
and clamber over hills of quartz with blessed silence all around.
The dream soon ends in clouds of dust; the loader strains with shove and thrust;
it moans and groans and toils away while ripping up the rich red ground.

The sun beats down; it’s raining dirt that turns to mud on sweat stained shirt,
this man made hell surrounds him now and scars the earth for years to come.
The trees that once were lush and green are dusted brown in this new scene,
that brings a sense of shame to him although it never worries some.

At last the sun is sinking low, the time has come to stop and go
down to the mill with nerves on edge, to separate the sands and gold.
He washes dirt in sieves of steel then feeds the slurry to the wheel,
and hopes for gold to spiral up; success or not will soon be told.

Spellbound he sees the grains of gold now separate so bright and bold
and spiral up the turning wheel and soon excitement stirs again.
It glistens in the setting sun, a vision from what myths are spun;
the sight of gold since time began has touched the hearts of mining men.

This gold will bring a modest sum and surely there’ll be more to come,
perhaps this lark is not so bad; who knows how much he still may find?
He tries to guess how much he’s found or what’s lays hidden in his ground;
the noisy motors dust and grime, have for the moment slipped his mind.

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© T.E. Piggott

The topic around which legends are made.

" Thanks " for the details.
Jim.

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Writer of Rhyme havin' a Good Time.

a Backward Poet who Writes Inverse.

I like that one Terry. You have worked in lots of colourful detail.
I must admit I am totally uninterested in being a miner or prospector, but the picture you have made here is very interesting I think, well it's your passion isn't it .

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Neville
Singleton Bush Poets.

it's good to know there's at least the odd bloke who has an appreciation for and affinity with the place he's buggerin up mate. and i'm sure you don't do as much damage as the ones who see it only as a opportunity to take
hope you got the loader sorted mate
all the best

G/day Jim,
Your right gold has never ceased to fascinate and dryblowing is still practiced to day.

Cheers Terry

Thanks Neville,
Not everyone's cup of tea I agree, and dryblowing doesn't do a lot for me either.

Terry

Hi Matt,
I can't help but cringe just a little at the damage we are doing,
but despite this, head back tomorrow to do a bit more; crazy isn't it.

It looks as though it's all go, a chap is bringing up a tyre from 400 klms away to-day.

Cheers Terry

I laughed when I read the title Terry - Stefan jumped into my mind and I reckon his blowdrying probably reaps more gold

I like the rhyming scheme you have in this - didn't pick it the first time round but when I went back to reread I got it, it works well

Good poem too - supplies the knowledge and paints the picture - well done Terry - I enjoyed the read

Cheers

Maureen

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To the home of a friend the way is never long
the welcome is always warm and the Billy always on.

Hi Maureen,
That is why I made sure I said "For Gold"

It's a bit rushed as I leave in the morning

A little tinkering with some of the words might
just improve it a Tad.

Regards Terry