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Jack Growden

Rookie - 184 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Escaping Port Arthur


I had lived a pleasant life,
With my future perfectly planned…
But after a swig of whiskey
And one theft too risky,
I found myself here, in Van Diemen’s Land.

How could I describe this place?
Well…at perhaps the loneliest corner of the map,
Was a labyrinth of stone
With many a moan:
The Empire’s firmest trap.

Six months it had taken me to get here,
To this cruel and awful hovel.
And in all of my dreams
I’ve thought up so many schemes
That I could probably write a novel!

Yet still to this day I remain in prison,
Toiling away on the Englishmen’s plains.
But I think at last I have created
The plan I’ve long awaited,
Which will get me out of these abominable chains.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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Copyright Jack Growden 2012. A random poem written quickly one afternoon. Please read my other works and rate and comment on them as you wish. Thanks, and enjoy!

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  • Rookie - 135 Points Danny Draper (10/20/2013 4:16:00 PM)

    Port Arthur an amazing place of history and horror and stunning beauty, such is Earth with human history's interaction. Many escaped but few survived. More planned everyday and stayed for life. Nicely considered here. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 107 Points David Wood (10/19/2013 5:15:00 AM)

    I guess jail is a sobering place where one faces the reality of ones crime. A good poem Jack. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Terrance Tracy (10/19/2013 3:02:00 AM)

    I was born in Port Arthur Texas USA.66 years ago.
    I have had to fit into three different cultures in my space
    of time. Held in chains of false illusions that kept me bound
    for 27 years. Death and foolishment knocked on my door
    until I knocked on the door that gave me light to shed the
    chains that kept me poor.
    Religions is not the decision to receive vision.
    The light of Christ has set me free. Grace is the place to
    run the race. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,867 Points Patricia Grantham (10/18/2013 8:20:00 AM)

    This one is very nicely written. I see your talent and zest for
    writing poetry in this poem. Sometimes we are taken to other
    places just to be inspired! Well written. (Report) Reply

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