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Bark 'ut.

Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:32 pm
by Rimeriter
Topical Rhymes for Aussie Times.

ol' bark ‘ut.

A bit out West of Sydney Town near the slope of Prospect Hill
where soil is good for growin’ things in a grassy tree clad rill,
there on the banks of Prospect Creek standing bare and stark,
with wooden posts for uprights there’s an old ‘ut clad in bark.

At the one side there’s a chimney made from bricks ‘n stones ‘n tin.
In the front wall there’s a door ‘ole, but no front door to get in.
Three windows with no curtains only bent nails with some rope.
A cracked mirror on the back door is the only sign of hope.

The ol’ dray out in the paddick is busted, bent and torn.
The part that usta be the tray is up and went and gorn.
One wheel, no shafts, no seatin’ - just maybe for a lark
someone pinched the gaslights so it wont go in the dark.

The railway ‘ad come to Fairfield ‘round eighteen fifty six
so the cart’s no longer needed but because of politics,
the folks from Smithfield Markets have to send their produce down
to our bloomin’ little Fairfield and pay the ‘alf a crown.

(c). Rimeriter.
1/11/00.

revised 16/10/06.

Re: Bark 'ut.

Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 7:40 pm
by Neville Briggs
That's progress Jim. I doubt if the mob that lives out Prospect way now would give a continental about historical relics. I think it is not that far away where they used to grow wine grapes at Minchinbury, I guess that's all gone to ruin too.

Re: Bark 'ut.

Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:55 pm
by Rimeriter
Neville, I am pleased to be able to relate, that the 'bush dwelling' was dismantled then relocated to our local Vintage Village, as have been a schoolhouse, blacksmith shop etc.

The tin tub I'm sittin' in is on the verandah of one structure.

Fairfield City Museum and Gallery - www.livingmuseum.com.au - Down the Putty Road to Windsor, give me a yell, we could break bread together !

Just missed the Community Fair and Open Day, March 31st.
But it's quieter through the week, if that's a possibility.

Minchinbury. Now that's a different story. Can't see the grass for roof tops.

jim.