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SILVER SPUR'S SECRET 
 
Those roaring days, oh Silver Spur, 
When mining brought your birth; 
Among the hills you came to life, 
Men flocked to seek your worth. 
From far and wide the fam'lies came, 
Yet sadly paid the toll, 
So many little souls you'd claim, 
Their gravesites with no hint of name, 
And scattered 'long a knoll. 
 
One solitary wrought iron frame 
Though stands out on the crest, 
An adult's grave, but all the same, 
No clue does it suggest. 
For many years we searched to find 
Great grand-ma's resting place, 
A gentle soul, so loving, kind, 
Whose words were always - " never mind ", 
Enwrapped with smiling face. 
 
Old Wollombi shared childhood days 
Until you said adieu, 
While Murrurundi heard you say 
To your young man - " I do ". 
You bore a fam'ly of thirteen 
Though two sweet girls you lost, 
With husband Michael you were seen 
To keep your children fed and clean, 
No matter what the cost. Australia's bush was your backyard 
Its gums and wattles too, 
While life in tents was kind of hard 
No complaint came from you. 
Then suddenly your Michael died 
You carried on alone, 
A Bush Nurse you would always ride, 
Kind midwife by a young mum's side, 
Your caring was well known. 
 
With fam'ly grown and spread like seed 
That carries in the breeze, 
Your weary soul then felt the need 
To rest, to be at ease. 
For years we knew not where you were 
Our search though did not cease, 
With many folk we did confer, 
Then learnt your secret Silver Spur, 
Dear Cath'rine rest in peace.

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