I came across this poem many years ago and it is still my favorite:- Oh! Who could paint a Goldfields 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
04/01/2015 By 3 Comments
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 […]
