Over the years there have been a number of talented and gifted people who have called GULARGAMBONE home. This poem was written by one such person, former resident MRS FRANCES WHELAN. This page is made in her memory as we acknowledge our love for Gulargambone and pay homage to our forebears.

 

GULARGAMBONE

Children playing in the Castlereagh River.

You can just see them in the centre under the trees, where generations of children have played.

               

       

Gum trees that beckon, and ask you to shelter
Under their leaves, from the hot summer sun.
Little grass parrots, and magpies and plovers.
All making their home when they know day is done.
Rising or falling, the Castlereagh River,
Glistens and gleams as it flows on its way
And many have splashed and swam in its waters,
Making the most of their youth, while they may.
Beyond in the distance, the blue Warrambungles
Offer the weary a haven of rest,
Ne'er will we tire of singing their praises
Ever the gem of the fair Central West.

Mrs Frances Whelan
 

 

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