Thanks you to Mick Canning for his wonderful review of Small Town Kid.
I’m off to the mountains for an overnight stay in a tent tonight. I think Mick might enjoy that. Check out his writings about the Hill Stations of India.
I have enjoyed Frank’s poetry ever since I discovered it a couple of years ago.
Small Town Kid is a book of poems about growing up in a small town in Australia during the 1960’s and 1970’s. The town is provincial, the way that small towns invariably are, where everyone knows everyone else, and everyone else’s business.
In those days, a small town was very different to a small town today, now the internet and social media have changed even the slow-paced life of these places forever. And so those of a certain age will recognise many of the situations and much of subject matter of these poems, while to those much younger they may well seem almost alien.
Rich in emotions, as well as in visual detail, we listen to Frank describe experiences such as hunting rabbits, letting off fireworks, and going on picnics, turning his nose up at…
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I agree, he just said it better than I did!👍🏻
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He said it pretty well, didn’t he? The man has a charmed pen, I think.
I’m just glad that you’ve enjoyed it too, Cheryl.
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I used to love camping, but my ancient back isn’t too keen on sleeping on the ground anymore!
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Hard yakka for old bones, Mick, but it was a first time for me (with a pack on my back) and I enjoyed it pretty well.
Back in one piece.
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That’s a good result then, Frank. My mind still wants to go…
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Naturally, there is poetry to come from it, though time presses at the mo.
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