The suns fierce beams are striking From out the cloudless sky, And a weary man is toiling On the sand plain drear and dry. His tongue is swollen and blackening And his eyes are dimmed and blurred How he longs for the sight of timber; Fringing some streamlet clear! He shades his throbbing eyeballs With […]
The Neglected Cemetery – by Janet Wells
Riding down a rutted track In climate hot and harsh, The townships just a few miles back Along the salty marsh; Its gardens full of flowering trees, Its fences bougainvillea strewn, Its roadside curbs of colored stone By local tradesmen hewn. Where people live in tidy homes, The single storied kind, And parks and greens […]
Leo Naughton is dead – a verse
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 […]
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