Today is the anniversary of the death of a local man, Leo Naughton. The following verse was written in his honor by me, his childhood friend – Tony Bozich:- Someone said, “Leo Naughton is dead”, my friend of nine years schooling, who never a nasty word said whether at school or football or fooling. In […]
The Great Goldfields Flood of 1948 – a verse
The heaviest rainfall in Kalgoorlie-Boulder’s history occurred 70 years ago—during the weekend of Saturday-Sunday the 21st and 22nd of February 1948. Nearly 300 millimetres of rain fell in less than 36 hours, causing widespread flooding and severe property damage. A massive clean-up operation followed. It was nature’s kind of anger, a weekend of solid rain […]
Tribute to a Bushman – a verse
Where the hills are steep and rugged And the wattles bend and wave By a bend in the creek in the ranges Lies a bushman’s lonely grave; Gone are the rails that marked it And many summers have found The last resting place of the bushman Is only a weed-grown mound. In this lonely place […]
The Maid From Mullingar –
THE MAID FROM MULLINGAR From The Sun, 16 July 1905 She was a maiden from Melbourne, Modest and bashful in style, a neat little jigger, with a capital figure and such a sweet Sunday School smile. In service she worked as a housemaid and turned out a regular star, for when she went out, they […]
The Worker – a verse
The Worker The oilrag is the labour toff, he holds the miners dirt, The trucker would not dare to touch a miners dirty shirt, The if the mullocker presumes, the truckers gets annoyed, And all persons a lofty scorn for Boulder’s unemployed. Supposing, lads, we sling this pride and try another plan, And institute a […]
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