The sun burns hotly thro’ the gums As down the road old Rogan comes The hatter from the lonely hut Beside the track to Woollybutt. He likes to spend his Christmas with us here. He says a man gets sort of strange Living alone without a change, Gets sort of settled in his way; And […]
Christmas Camp – by Dryblower Murphy
The miles are long in Mulgaland, Beyond the beaten pad, Today is Christmas, but no hand Grips mine in greeting glad. Yet, though this stinted meal I make Burlesques the festal board, It strums upon the strings that wake A long forgotten chord. It bears me back on rushing wings That time can never cramp […]
Amid the Smoke and Smoulder – a verse
… the demise of Pitman and Walsh In an era of the Charleston, she’s roaring out Kalgoorlie way The war’s over, gold’s in demand, and the miners are on good pay Then greed overtakes good fortune, miners’ fingers soon hit the till Gold stealing becomes endemic, and their crib bags are more than full Furnaces […]
Christmas Tree Party – by tony bozich
Youngsters in the 1940’s/60’s whose fathers worked of the then, Gold Mines of Kalgoorlie company, enjoyed the annual Christmas Tree Party held every year by the company at the Hamilton Park opposite the Boulder Block in Fimiston for its employees, free drinks and sweets and other eats being served to the children from about 6.30 […]
The Old Coolgardie Road – a verse
A FLITTING shadow follows The rushing night express; Dawn shades the eastern hollows And wakes the wilderness. And there across the valley One fleeting moment showed, Between the clump of mallee, The old Coolgardie road! No clouds of dust betoken The old-time roaring days; It keeps a peace unbroken Throughout its winding ways. But when […]
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