I entered the cage for the ‘Number Nine’ A trucker paused at the brace to say, As he left the depths of the gloomy mine, A man was killed in the mine today! Then the winder sang as we rushed below, And the plats flashed upwards merrily, And yet to toil. Yet it came to […]
Oh! Who Could Paint a Goldfield – Henry Lawson
I came across this poem many years ago, and it is still my favourite:- Oh! Who could paint a Goldfield and paint the picture right? As old adventurers saw it in early morning light. The yellow mounds of mullock with spots of red and white The scattered quartz that glistens like diamonds in the light […]
The Ghosts of Bayley Street – a verse
Almost 1000 men under the age of 26 lies buried in the Coolgardie Cemetery. The Ghosts of Bayley Street Last night the occult was in power And as the clocks struck midnight hour With saddened eyes and soundless feet, A thousand ghosts walked Bayley Street Ghosts of men who, joys denying Paved the way, and […]
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