The Heat Wave by Andree Hayward

The Heat Wave

When the earth was parched and the sky aflame
When the old year slept beyond praise or blame
In an evil moment, a heatwave came

Some dropped the pen, and some dropped the pick
Some were dying, and some more were sick
And sunstroke cases came fast and thick

Creation dropped in the fiery breeze
And the mercury climbed beneath roofs and trees
To a hundred and twenty-five degrees!

But the publican sat in his shady bar
Where the jugs and the taps and the glasses are
And he rubbed his hands, and he laughed, “ha ha”

For he knew wherever the heat wave rolled
On its scorching course through the land of gold
It would waft him custom – a hundredfold!

And for those in a philosophic mood
The morals are easily understood
‘Tis and ill wind bloweth nobody good’

By Andree Hayward

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Moya Sharp

Owner at Outback Family History

My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.

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