Franklin Square, Hobart, Tasmania

Westward from the Davis Strait ’tis there ’twas said to lie The sea route to the Orient for which so many died; Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones. Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage To find the hand of Franklin reaching […]

So Bid Farewell

The Idiot. Stan Rogers. I often take these nightshift walks when the foreman’s not around. I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground. Far out beyond the tank-farm fence where the gas-flare makes no sound, I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town. I remember […]