Thursday, 14 January 2016

Gold at Steiglitz, Victoria!

Along the Brisbane ranges run
Gaunt rock faces burnt by sun
Rugged outcrops promised much
Through heavy toil - a Midas touch!

Harsh climate here - dust swirls about
Think 1870s – no doubt
And the lust for gold in white quartz seams;
Few lucky souls fulfilled their dreams.

Mullock heaps before our eyes
A ruined ore shaft – Man’s demise
A tiny chapel, draper’s store …
Once thriving township - now no more.

Today the rustic car park’s bare
Since Sixty-Two – no hymns or prayer
Steiglitz – an abandoned, silent hill
Beneath it – gold is present still!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

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