On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse […]
The Prospector’s Daughter
Southern Cross Times 31 May 1919, page 2 The Prospector’s Daughter Proud of gait, grandly tall, Dainty of hand and foot withal Graced with the glorious length of limb That thro’ the ages poets sing. Graceful of form, bewitching fair, Gracious of mien and debonair; Out looking the world thro’ fearless eyes, Welcoming life in […]
Billy and I – by Dryblower
Coolgardie Pioneer 8 July 1896, page 15 ‘A Reverie’ A faithful mate of days gone by A friend of many a far off track, And yet you here neglected lie, Battered, old, and black. How oft before I brought you West, I’ve heard you sing and bubble: How oft you’ve shared each tramp and rest […]
Old Bill – by Oscar Walters
“There are some places closer in that yield a little still, But they are not of any use at all to me” said Bill, “There’s a living there for those, who like to stop and dig, But further out there’s always a chance of something big. When fired with hope we see him go, along […]
Dust and Dreams – a verse by Crissouli (c)
DUST AND DREAMS The old man sat, in silence upon the dusty floor not heeding sounds around him he dreamt of days of yore – For he’d once been a stockman on a station, rather grand, working mobs of cattle, then became a leading hand. They say he was the fastest that the folks had […]
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