The Return of the Prospector- a verse

With the fires of hope still burning
I’ll take to the open road,
To the bush I am returning
And it’s there I’ll take my load.

For the pull of the bush like a magnet
Is drawing me to her heart
And I’ll make my mark on this rugged land
One day e’er I depart.

I can smell the gum leaves burning
I can see my brothers three
As they squat round the gully fire
To wait for their billy tea.

The emu and the kangaroo
Abound where I’ll be going
Tho’ the company’s scarce, and the water too
Where naught but the thoughts are flowing.

There’s memories of the Wannaway
Nigh forty long years old
Where the dad and all my brothers
Discovered their lode of gold.

We’d spend the long nights yarning
While the camp fires burned down low
Then all prepare for another day
Which for us came all too slow.

Still perhaps there’s something left for me
In this land that gave me birth
For hope dies hard in the breast of a man
At home with the good red earth.

by Alma A Frank

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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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