MY HOME

 This little house,
This old brown house,
Was built by Bert and Bill,
A tribute to their thoroughness,
That it is useful still.

It was built at first in Kumbia,
A town near Kingaroy,
Where it was home to three small girls 
And a brand new baby boy.

Board by board it was pulled apart,
And packed firmly on a truck.
Then the brothers set off with their load
And hoped for lots of luck.

For the roads were rough in those
Hard old days, of 1937,
The two way bitumen roads for now 
Would have surely seemed like heaven.

It took the brothers just 14 days to 
Put it back together,
As neither of them were carpenters,
I call this some endeavour.

The walls and ceilings were left unlined
Until some years thereafter,
And the girls would entertain themselves
By dancing in the rafters.

Then a fair haired baby boy was born
Closely followed by another,
The family had increased by now
To three sisters and three brothers.

But we all grew, lots of work to do,
And schools to be attended
So all too soon (on looking back)
Our childhood days had ended.

Now if you happen to hear sometime
An echo of childish laughter,
Perhaps it's coming from days gone by,
When we children played in the rafters. 

Gwenda Cave (nee Torenbeek)