Gold by Ruth M. Bedford

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All the roads on Castle Hill are a-gleam with gold,
Little far-off townships lie faintly aureoled,
Down the valleys, up the slopes honey wattles throng,
Golden as a poet's dream, lovely as a song.

In the grass beside the way where the road's unrolled
Weeds and flowers raise their heads, each a bell of gold:
Mellow fairy chimes they ring for a fairy's ear,
Or upon the golden gorse birds may pause to hear.  

In so bright and fresh a world where's the heart that grieves?
See the gleaming oranges in their glossy leaves!
Everywhere on Castle Hill travellers behold
Golden blossoms, golden light, bells and balls of gold.      

First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 14 August 1926

Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography

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