Jack Growden

Rookie - 259 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Down By Mavers Hill

So down by Mavers Hill
There’s a backward kind of place.
A tiny forgotten blemish
Upon Melbourne’s glamorous face.

It’s a quaint little pub
Serviced by a single bloke.
And its people are the used up,
The down-on-their-luck kind of folk.

Taking a seat at the bar
Is a man who hopes this joint,
Will wrench him from his misery,
Though it never ceases to disappoint.

He dreams it will gift him another shot
At that insurance-vending game,
Which left him devoid of his children
And with an eighty grand debt to his name.

He comes here in hope it will change things,
But deep down he knows it never will.
So he takes a seat at the bar,
And hands over another bill...

Taking aim at a few trebles
Upon a dartboard across the room,
Is a footballer who’d made it,
Before his knee brought about his doom.

At merely twenty-four what has he now
But the memories of his glory days?
So he languishes around this deadbeat bar,
Recalling his coach’s old plays.

And he believes this place will change things,
Set them right, though it never will.
He’s just a torn-apart, burnt out star
Clinging on to those treasured days still.

These men are far from a few
Who call this rotten pub home,
Who’ve lost it all and wasted away
Over frothy lagers and spilt foam.

Because they come here in hope it will change things,
But deep down they know it never will.
Though they find a rare bizarre solace
In the pub down by Mavers Hill...

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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Copyright Jack Growden (2013) A typical Australian deadbeat bar. Every town in the country has one of these. Please take the time to read my full collection, and rate and comment your thoughts on them where you see fit. Enjoy! !

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  • Rookie - 259 Points Jack Growden (7/30/2013 4:48:00 AM)

    Hi Jeryn. I will be sure to. Please keep reading as I post new poetry. Rate and comment your thoughts as you see fit. Thanks! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 259 Points Jack Growden (7/28/2013 1:33:00 AM)

    Thanks for your comment! I appreciate you reading my collection. I will be sure in read yours too. Thanks again, and keep reading :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 120 Points Siyabonga A Nxumalo (7/28/2013 12:28:00 AM)

    My.. you took me there to the bar with you, great narration of the story and good wording.
    enjoyable read indeed. thanks for the invite, I invite you to read mine as well.
    Siya_! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 259 Points Jack Growden (7/27/2013 5:35:00 PM)

    My pleasure! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Please take the time to read the rest of my collection. Feel free to rate them and comment your thoughts. Thanks! Jack Growden (Report) Reply

  • Rookie A Michaelle Yarbrough (7/27/2013 5:09:00 PM)

    I really enjoyed this story poem. The description of why the men go to the pub is awesome. It almost put me in the pub. The poem is well written and flows nicely. It is enjoyable to read. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 259 Points Jack Growden (7/27/2013 5:01:00 PM)

    Thank you for your feedback! I am glad you enjoyed it. Please keep reading my work. :) Rate and comment as you wish. Jack (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,219 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (7/27/2013 11:23:00 AM)

    Because they come here in hope it will change things,
    But deep down they know it never will

    a sad tale painted with intensity! great work, Jack. (Report) Reply

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