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Thunderbolt by Bill Scott

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Thunderbolt came from the Hawkesbury River,

he wasw a bushranger, he wa a rover.

Made all the rich folk shudder and dshiver,

wore fine clothes and lived in clover.

Riding high on a thoroughbred colt,

bad man, bushranger, Thunderbolt.

 

Uralla, Armidale, Torrington as well,

Yarrowick Mountain where the farmers dwell

saw him ride till a constable in blue

caught him and sent him to Cockatoo.

But he slipped from his cell and his iron chain

and wanderfed free in the bush again.

 

He wandered far, he wandered wide,

nobody knowns just where he died –

but on Yarrowick Mountain when the wind is high

and shadowy clouds go drifting by

riding tall on his thoroughbred colt

comes the ghost of Thunderbolt –

Comes the ghost of Thunderbolt –

 
Source:  A second Australian Poetry Book compiled by Barbara Giles (Oxford University Press, 1983)

Frogs by Bill Scott

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for Elizabeth Scott

Fat frogs squat greenly

in waterholes.

Swim with hind legs

on hinges.

They sleep all day

under tankstands

where damp fern fronds

hang in fringes.

But on blowy nights

when rain rattles

on the stiff leaves

of palm and mango,

they swell their throats,

bellow, honk and tinkle—

that’s what I call

a frog fandango.

 

Source: The ABC Book of Australian Poetry: a treasury for young people compiled by Libby Hathorn (ABC Books 2010)