Treasure Island

Edward Harrington

(28 September 1896 – 28 May 1966 / Shepparton / Central Victoria / Australia)

Hills of Whroo


'Far below us in a hollow
Slumber'ing in the morning haze,
Lay the quaint, old mining township,
Relic of the Roaring Days.
Through its empty streets we cantered
And our reins we never drew,
For our thoughts were in the future,
Riding o'er the hills of Whroo.'
'Aye; 'tis verdant green, old comrade,
But - your grave is verdant, too!
And we'll go no more together,
Riding o'er the hills of Whroo.'

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010

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