robert murray

She would call my name softly like the sighing of the wind
and I would turn to find nobody there
With tears on my cheeks I would stumble sadly back
away from the river of my dreams

The fever that we share with the men so long ago
When they battled through the searing heat and dust
We travel in our cars with caravans behind
Not like they did all those years ago

Could it be from another world?

well I have to go down to Perth Hospital on the 12th of May to get a cataract removed from my right eye…not looking forward to it,,has anyone else had it done?if so tell me about it please

I s anyone in W.A having connection problems and using Soul internet provider I have been given the runaround and even a new modem and my connection is still cutting out at times mainly when I …

she had been moved at this time I was about 50 years of age and was touring around Australia sing with a show and when I worked things out I wondered if my

They came from far away to search across our land
Those tough old miners from across the sea
They found the yellow metal where none had gone before
They opened up those vast and empty places…

I just want to write a bit about a French artist who lived here in Mt Magnet and left a large hole in my life here ,I only met him this year and he came around to my place wanting to know how I…

He lived like a hermit lives in a shack
Trying to beat the shifting sands

Well the flies are bad there’s no getting away from them
And I’m down below following that opal seam

I’ve watched as prisoners spat and cursed and walked upon that floor
The sound of steel as doors closed and the jingle of the keys

i wrote this after a trip by train from Brisbane to Mt Isa …just my thoughts
Have you ever tried sleepin’ in a sittin’ up seat ridin’ the Queensland trains
With jerking jumping carrages roc…

Feels like a batch of Wednesday weekends all rolled into one
Congo drums in my head shades for the glaring sun
Nothing new at all right now just the usual day
Never feel at all well comin’ o…

miss the white faced cattle and the race of old Gunsyn
Of gumtrees and the wattle blowing in the wind

Streetwise and cunning she uses her wiles
To make the money that makes her smile

beer,river,fish,nude,time,grog,nuts,bloody,opal,clothes

""Naw mate, not worth a plugged nickel, the sand buggered them up." He said." If they never ‘ad that bloody sand in there they’d be worth a few quid."

YER WOULDN’T READ ABOUT IT….........By Bob Murray

It was somewhere near lunchtime as I stepped down from the train at Pockataroo railway stat…