Billy and I by Dryblower Murphy A faithful mate of days gone by— A friend of many a far-off track,— And yet you here neglected lie, Battered, old, and black. How oft before I brought you West, I’ve heard you sing and bubble; How oft you’ve shared each tramp and rest And fleeting joy or […]
Of Christmas Past :
19/12/2020 By Leave a Comment
I would like to wish all my readers a happy and peaceful Christmas. There will be no newsletter next week, but we will be back again on the 3rd January. Hopefully this will be a better year for everyone. Of Christmas Past Often in my dreams I hear voices- Whispering tales of shady places With […]
When I Die – a verse
12/12/2020 By Leave a Comment
Carry me back to the bush when I die. Its there that I always could rest. Bury me deep in the deserts red earth On a dry river bank in the west. Take me back home to the stock camp Out on the endless red plain Let my sole know the peace and the quiet […]
A Challenging Land – a verse by Ray Jackson
05/12/2020 By Leave a Comment
Here we have another ‘Bush Verse’ from the pen of Ray Jackson. You will have enjoyed his last poem, Camooweal Billabong, earlier this year. The following verse was entered in the Aust Bush Poets Assoc awards in Toodyay earlier this year and won 2nd in the Serious Division (novice). A Challenging LandThe raucous cry of […]
The Ghosts of Bayley Street – a verse
14/11/2020 By Leave a Comment
Almost a 1000 men under the age of 26 lie 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, […]
