I would like to wish all my readers a happy and peaceful Christmas. There will be no newsletter next week, but we will be back again on the 3rd January. Hopefully this will be a better year for everyone. Of Christmas Past Often in my dreams I hear voices- Whispering tales of shady places With […]
When I Die – a verse
Carry me back to the bush when I die. Its there that I always could rest. Bury me deep in the deserts red earth On a dry river bank in the west. Take me back home to the stock camp Out on the endless red plain Let my sole know the peace and the quiet […]
A Challenging Land – a verse by Ray Jackson
Here we have another ‘Bush Verse’ from the pen of Ray Jackson. You will have enjoyed his last poem, Camooweal Billabong, earlier this year. The following verse was entered in the Aust Bush Poets Assoc awards in Toodyay earlier this year and won 2nd in the Serious Division (novice). A Challenging LandThe raucous cry of […]
The Ghosts of Bayley Street – a verse
Almost a 1000 men under the age of 26 lie buried in the Coolgardie Cemetery. The Ghosts of Bayley Street Last night the occult was in power And as the clocks struck midnight hour With saddened eyes and soundless feet, A thousand ghosts walked Bayley Street Ghosts of men who, joys denying Paved the way, […]
The man who invented the Old Pioneers
Those were the days when each man trusted the other and rarely found his trust betrayed – when a helping hand was readily extended to the needy or the unfortunate battler even before it was sought. Rough days they were, but they were gladsome and bright with the spirit of manliness and a faith in […]
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