The Deserted Camp

The Deserted Camp

Deserted now- no more you stir’d
By those in quest of gold
Now your but a memory blurr’d
Of what you were of old

Yet though the camp of silence sleeps
Except for songs of birds
Theres language in your silent heaps
More elequont than words

You speak to me of other years
Again the times unfold
Of days when sturdy pioneers
won from thee wealth untold

I see the shakers standing round
I see the shovels there
And diggers tracking in the ground
The gold dust to its lair

I see the coulds of dust all round
I see the wash dirt flow
To tailing heaps upon the ground
As in the long ago

I live again those days of gold
When we the weight did chase
And through the dust seem to behold
Some well remembered face

Again I hear the dishes ring
Again down at the well
Through murky air comes ting a ling
A distant camel bell

Again around the camp fires glow
Those diggers can I see
My comrades of the long ago
Who hoped and delved with me

And though I seemed to see again
Scenes once familiar there
Twas but a fancy, for all around
Deep silence fills the air

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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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