Jack Growden (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.
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