Ben Hall was a bushranger
Australia's Robin Hood
He stole from those he thought had wealth
Like any thinking robber would.
Rumour used to have it
That this Australian Knave
Stashed his stolen treasure
High in a hillside cave.
A bunch of kids went camping
Close to where this thief was known
To have sheltered from the law
When his hiding place was blown.
There away up on the hillside
A cave could just be seen
Could it hold gold and jew'ls
Like us kids had never seen.
Well, I got myself elected
To climb up and have a look
To search that cave completely
Every cranny, every nook.
The climb was not eventful
Just a little slip, minor pain
Fall down a bit, grab a hold
Then climb right up again.
When I got there, what a shock,
No gold or jewels just then
A vixen guarding little cubs
This was a wily fox's den.
Foxey snarled, and I let go
I was soon bouncing down
Ripped the backside from my shorts
And skin from parts thus shown.
I was delivered at the bottom
In a dusty messy heap
Torn shorts exposing private parts
From which blood began to seep.
I slowly rose onto my feet
And looked way up the hill
Of seeking long lost treasure
I think I've had my fill.
Children are adventurous and carefree most of the time
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Ahhh the fun as children we have thinking we know where hidden treasure is! Never heard that Aussie rumour... but bet ya I would have gone hunting for the treasure too!
Great fun write here!
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Jackie, this is just one of the many adventures I had as a growing, wild, adventurous, indestructable kid. I put it on site to test the waters. I'm very pleasantly surprised at the comments it has generated. Thank you for your comments. I would like to check out your growing up stories, or would that be being a sticky nose? Cheers and best wishes, Bob.
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A great little poem, that took me back into the wonders of childhood, and the explorations of the world, always expecting to find treasure! And finding something, experience or wonder, forgetting it during the years of growing and living. It's so good to see childhood, and the innocent wonder, recaptured and retold. Ben Hall ,and the mystiique of the outlaw, did give you treasure, and you've shown it to us here.
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I am totally thrilled with the response to this poem. Its the first of a series,[I hope] about my misadventures as a much younger man.
[maybe 'child' would be better] I put it here to gauge reactions and am amazed. Thank you so much.
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Wow this was fun! I would print and read this to my nephew, I'm sure he will enjoy it
. I wish though you could add a line on some golden thoughts you may have about the experience, I'm sure it's more than filling your curiousity.
My take on this is that you actually didn't miss the "gold and jew'ls," the experience and the lessons you've had from it hold the treasure that no one can take away from you. Yet, it's a treasure that you can share--and you apparently know how best to share it through this magnifincent piece.
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Your comment has given me a great thrill. Thank you for that' I never dreamed that my exploits as a wild child would make interesting poetry. It seems that I was wrong. I can work on some of the others now. Thank you again.
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