The Old Bullock Drey.

That rustic rusting wagon wheel ,that greets you at our gate, Once new was shipped from England ,to miners work and fate In eighteen hundred and seventy nine it landed in Fremantle and turned beneath a Bullock drey untill i did dismantle The drey was past expiry date its wood had all but rotten so i burned it on my fire place which i’ve not forgotten for on those cold and stormy nights when lightning bolts a flash I get a glimps of that old wagon wheel as i turf out the ash.

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looking into the history of an old wagon wheel, and history of our pioneers here in west australia,thought i’d write about it in this short poem.{helps if ya got an aussie accent though}


wheel, rustic, wagon, rusting


  • robinof
    robinofover 5 years ago

    thank you all for posting my work..

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