Once upon a time
There was laughter and fun
to be had In the old shack
Down by the river
I remember fishing for the big cod
From the small jetty
But they were so elusive
That I never managed
To snare one of these big old
Murray Cod no matter how many
Worms I brought to their dinner table.
Every spare moment we could find
We would pack up the car
And drive her
The Old Morris Buckboard
For a little R and R as Uncle Tom Would say.
On arrival the old kero fridge would be packed to almost over flowing
And the camp stretchers were laid out in rows
It would be the children's job to collect firewood for the old wood stove.
House keeping was always done
Before venturing off to explore the river bank with Blackie the dog
For any thing new
that may be waiting to be found
Or before we could launch the old wooden boat for a paddle across the river
Of course Blackie
Was a sure passenger sitting up the front of the boat
With his head held high and his nose pointing into the wind.
There are many fond memories of those days spent up the river
Playing cards on the old wooden table after supper by kero light
Watching the paddle steamers parade by in the daylight
As they moved their cargo up and down the river.
Isolated from others on land our little shack was
A good vantage point from which to view the passing parade which the river would
Present to us all on a daily basis.
We were also focus for those passing us by too
As our windmill became known as a marker for those who plied their way
Along this mighty river from Dawn to Dusk.
It is now only from time to time that we venture to the old shack
It still looks pretty much as it used to look and it still is used as a marker for the
River users of today.
So if you are traversing the river between the
High orange coloured limestone cliffs
Beautiful green weeping willows lining the bank
Spare a thought for those of us
Who once stayed and played and truly loved
This little piece of history we called