The Ghan
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 3:21 pm
The poem Manfred posted reminded me of this one I wrote some time back.
“THE AGES OF THE GHAN”
© Ross Magnay 18th Sept 2005
It all started off with camels and the Afghan Cameleers,
plodding slowly, slowly northward as they did for many years.
To Marree from the Flinders up the Oodnadatta track,
camels fully laden with their cargo on their back.
Then from Oodna’ on to Alice over sand and gibber plains,
strung out across the desert were the Afghan camel trains.
then offload their freight in Alice, in the heat or in the rain,
And turn the camel train around and head back south again.
But the gangs are cutting benches through the Pichi Richi Pass,
building bridges, and the cuttings through the hills and trees and grass.
Laying ballast, rails and sleepers now we have the age of steam,
soon we’ll hear the locos puffing and we’ll hear the whistles scream.
Then the camels and the cameleers will slowly fade from sight,
the wheels of progress turning steel and steam will set it right .
But enjoy the hour of glory all is not as it may seem,
diesel soon will come and crucify the very age of steam.
Then the trains will be much longer and carry much more weight
and travel ‘cross the country at an ever quicker rate.
Then the rails won’t stop at Alice they will reach the northern shores,
carting everything from passengers to cars and mining ores.
So we’ve come from unmarked camel pads to ribbons made of steel,
from the steps of man and camel to the rolling metal wheel.
From the smoke and steam and whistles when the grand old loco’s ran,
to a modern day adventure on Australia’s famous Ghan.
“THE AGES OF THE GHAN”
© Ross Magnay 18th Sept 2005
It all started off with camels and the Afghan Cameleers,
plodding slowly, slowly northward as they did for many years.
To Marree from the Flinders up the Oodnadatta track,
camels fully laden with their cargo on their back.
Then from Oodna’ on to Alice over sand and gibber plains,
strung out across the desert were the Afghan camel trains.
then offload their freight in Alice, in the heat or in the rain,
And turn the camel train around and head back south again.
But the gangs are cutting benches through the Pichi Richi Pass,
building bridges, and the cuttings through the hills and trees and grass.
Laying ballast, rails and sleepers now we have the age of steam,
soon we’ll hear the locos puffing and we’ll hear the whistles scream.
Then the camels and the cameleers will slowly fade from sight,
the wheels of progress turning steel and steam will set it right .
But enjoy the hour of glory all is not as it may seem,
diesel soon will come and crucify the very age of steam.
Then the trains will be much longer and carry much more weight
and travel ‘cross the country at an ever quicker rate.
Then the rails won’t stop at Alice they will reach the northern shores,
carting everything from passengers to cars and mining ores.
So we’ve come from unmarked camel pads to ribbons made of steel,
from the steps of man and camel to the rolling metal wheel.
From the smoke and steam and whistles when the grand old loco’s ran,
to a modern day adventure on Australia’s famous Ghan.