COBALT OUR NEW HOME
Finding new places, seeing new things
And the sweet pleasures this brings,
On the feeder many different birds are seen,
Quite a change from other places we’ve been.
A winding town with streets that zig-zag,
You climb up one hill and it’s quite a drag
For you just go down the other side again,
To make it flat would stop you going insane.
The trains from the north you hear miles away,
But from the south they are there without delay,
No warning just there and they soon pass you by,
At night it can take 15minutes you hear with a sigh,
Wonderful painting on buildings of days now past,
Silver and others ores mined but that did not last,
Just ruins and ghosts of days of wealth and riches,
You can still see silver sparkle in cliffs and ditches.
Come to Cobalt and wander around awhile and see
Beauty mingled with turn of the last century’s history,
A treasure trove of information to you all quite free,
Something to tell your grandchild that sit on your knee.
Follow the silver trail and see things long gone by,
Mine shafts like spirits that are seen on the bright sky
Line, nestled in the comfort of the tall stately trees
And listen to the stories told on the cool evening breeze.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 25 August 2005