In the Future – a verse

In The Future    –    by Prospect Good

Oh what will the bush bards sing in time
When the digging days are done?
When the roaring times have been sung in rhymes
The yarns of the past all spun?
When there’s no new field to rush and work
And never a camp fire gleams
When the stampers roar can be heard no more
Oh then they’ll be short of themes

Of what will the bards of the future sing
When the last slip rails have gone?
Will bush lovers wait at an iron gate
To kiss in the moonlight wan?
What when the boundary riders line
Is a ‘thin, tin, crackling fence’
And minus a nag will he strike a snag
And puncture his dunlop tense?

When the drover droves his mob by train
And ‘across the blacksoil plains’
The carriers team is a thing of steam
And engine instead of wains
When the last wattle bloom is of yore
The gums are all ring-barked too
Oh spirit of Boake, when the bush fires smoke
What will all the poets do?

by Frederick McCubbin

by Frederick McCubbin

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My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.

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