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True Australian Bushranger 1835-1870
Captain Thunderbolt by Pussinoots13
 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: February 24, 2012      Views: 401

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I live in Australia in the Shoalhaven a coastal area of NSW.
I have the pleasure every day of enjoying many of the beautiful sandy beaches around my home.
I am retired and now have time to write.
My writing is for today. The language used - more...

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Australia has a story, a past that must be told.
Famous for Bushrangers, and one named "Thunderbolt".
Gentleman to the ladies, "Captain" to his friends.
Well dressed man of ill-repute.
A scoundrel to the end.

For riding was his pleasure, eighty horses he did steal.
To sell them off at auction was the only way to deal.
He was caught and tried in Maitland, his sentence did entail,
ten hard years of labour in Cockatoo Island Gaol.

He broke away with prisoner Ward, together they did ride.
They stole from inns, and coaches, round the Moree country side.
"Stand and deliver, your money or your life".
With saddle bags full and ready, they rode off out of sight.

'Twas down near Blanche when Thunderbolt saw a colt that he desired.
When Trooper Walker heard of this, as a horseman he admired.
"I'll fetch my steed and saddle up, and soon be under way.
My horse is fast and it will last until I catch my prey".

When Thunderbolt was sighted, Trooper Walker then gave chase.
Over scrubby bush, and stony ground, their horses both kept pace.
For miles and miles they held their nerve as they boldly galloped on,
until the colt could race no more his journey all but done.

The Trooper fired his pistol, it echoed all around.
He grabbed the outlaw bushman and dragged him to the ground.
A fight ensued - a struggle - a pistol shot rang out.
It hit the bad bushranger, who gave a freakish shout.
He staggered back into the creek, some say that he was drowned.
Others say his brother was the body on the ground.

There are many other versions told.
Who died that fateful day?
His brother-friend-or Thunderbolt?
That, I cannot say.


Author Notes
To this day a mystery remains about "Captain Thunderbolt".
In this poem I have given the facts as best I can.
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