Springhill is a small township between Bathurst and Orange, in country New South Wales. In the middle of 1988 I happened to drive through Springhill. I noticed the old railway station that was situated at the top end of the main street. The railway had reached the town by the late 1870s and in 1884 the station building had been completed.
When the railway came You were built And proudly you stood A belief in future prosperity You sheltered the waiting traveller I bet your fires always warmly glowed And smoke gushed from your chimneys Comforting, until departure In a roar of engine The clang and clash of metal And his of steam You welcomed the homesick traveller When you were the journey’s end.
And now today Broken and bruised by time and human hands I stop to take a photograph And ask the men who built around you wire walls Are you being restored? A knowing smile: ‘No mane, she’s coming down.’ So on film I capture some final moments I cross your life line that has now passed you by I know we can’t keep everything, I know.
I didn’t wait to see you die I was just passing through But captured an image Your final, proud, defiant stand In this bicentennial year Your final year.
At Millthorpe, nearby Your death was already being eulogised.
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Curiosity occasioned my return to Springhill before the end of 1988. The only evidence remaining of the station were the ghostly foundation markings on the ground where it had stood. Even they were disappearing in the long grass.
Jim is a singer/songwriter and published author. His background is in education and he has also developed learning materials for the NSW Department of School Education. His passion is Australian history. CONTACT:jim@jimlow.net WEBSITE: jimlow.net