Search

Ghost Town of Big Bell

Updated: Nov 25, 2020

An hotel reared its lofty head Beside a lilac. No patrons now it could be said, Not since way back. The walls are dusty brown, Once were white. Inside curtains billow round, Once were bright. Pretty wallpaper covered in dirt Peeling everywhere. Drunken beds but no forms inert Resting there. Church with steeple rising high, Pews in neat rows. Long since pastor raised his cry Of religious prose. Bell no longer on its stand, It tolls nearby To call the boss and hired hands Coodardy Station nigh. House stumps standing neatly Along the street. Give mute testimony Of houses once neat. Pool is dry, hospital empty, Creeper bloom. Mine paraphernalia and shanty Like the tomb. Once a thriving community But gold gone. Now a dusty, dirty entity

A decade on.

 ©Colleen O'Grady

The Bough Shed

When I was gazing at a photograph of an old bough shed, a vivid flash of memories went rushing through my head, With warm waves of nostalgia, or perhaps a sense of guilt, because I don’t have more pho

The Esperance Tanker Jetty

Remove our tanker jetty? Not on your flamin’ life. If you attempt to do so it will cause a lot of strife. You will meet resistance like you never have before, if wishes of your citizens you’re choosin

The Price of Water

“Two dollars a litre for water says I. I thought water was free as it fell from the sky”. “That’s much dearer than petrol or diesel”, I said “no wonder folks prefer to drink beer instead”. “This water