A ghost from the goldfields with his dusty old hat
Wiping his brow with his sleeve
Standing with grin at the end of the street
Thinking “Good things left unchanged”
Past the sweet little homes of the Claytons and the Moores
A handsome magnolia shading windows and doors
Quaint pretty gardens, an odd picket fence
A cobble like road of a present tense
City lights he can almost touch
Aromas he can nearly taste
But as close as it is to the hub and buzz
There's a quiet that almost surreal
As the door swings open, the breeze rushes in
Taken aback, he just can not believe
The grandness, the polish, the entire highbrow
Even the fireplace looks regal now.
The kitchen, the extension, the rustic French doors
Everything's new, from ceiling to floors.
From the true romance of gold rush days
To the razzmatazz of modern ways
Out to the courtyard he plonks himself down
In leafy surrounds the peace and the calm
Wine on the ice, a smile on his face
Reflecting on changes to this beautiful place
Look what he had and Now what he's got!
For information
Call Bernie:
0409 803 805
or Debi:
0410 47 870
