Walter Nash was here – a poem.

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Walter Nash was here

 

 

Walter Nash was here

here when the Miners Hall was here

here when we were kids

kids in the Fancy Dress Ball

when the town was all

Labour voters

 

Walter Nash was here

here when school milk came in crates

here when women gossiped

at gates and baked cakes

for the Bring and Buy

before the town died

 

Walter Nash was here

all the way from Kidderminster

died-in-the-wool

old Christian Socialist

sat on the seat where the Railways bus

stopped outside the Post Office

 

Walter Nash was here

here for the 1966 Centennial

here to watch the wood chips fly

when the chops were on

and the candy floss

stuck to your chin

 

Walter Nash was here

and his ghost lives on

in everyone who walks this town

invisible inscrutable

of good conscience

whispering justice

 

Blackball Post Office

 

Jeffrey Paparoa Holman  c. 2016

 

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