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 […]
To be or not to be – Lawlers Suicides
In this last edition of the Lawlers Cemetery Snapshots we look at suicides. Suicide was a sad but common cause of death in the early days of the Goldfields. Sometimes it was a release from a certain and horrific death by thirst or heat. Other times it was due to hopelessness and despair. In most […]
The Great Western Woodlands – a verse by John Terrell
It’s special out here, connecting with nature Surrounded by bush, acre upon acre It’s quiet here too, as I suck in fresh air No sound of machinery or thoughts of despair Salmon gums and gimlets they shine in the sun Once raped for mine timber, and railed out by the ton Gone are the […]
Up on old Coolgardie – a verse
Ye who’ve done your pioneering Up on old Coolgardie Little caring, nothing fearing Honest men and hardy Ye who blazed the Golden Track In the wake of Bayley. Pushing to the Outer Back Gallantly and Gaily Ye who crossed the raging foam Taking risks and all in Good Bye speeding you from home and the […]
In the Future – a verse
In The Future – by Prospect Good Oh what will the bush bards sing in time When the digging days are done? When the roaring times have been sung in rhymes The yarns of the past all spun? When there’s no new field to rush and work And never a camp fire gleams […]
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