Footprint

 

Tall trees stand beautiful, embraced by nature, in a blessed and fertile land.

From the heat of summer and fallen leaves, stand naked during winter.

The joy of spring and humming bees is but beauty what is seen.

So deep their roots, our eyes saw not, for they will also yearn.

 

The year is 1850, as we narrate you their stories, from the men of old who once found gold in a booming population.

Now penniless and immigration, stand tents and wooden buildings,

the destitute and orphan child, a school for all the sheltered.

An old white building standing tall, wrought iron balconies will tell you all, from orphaned girls to homeless men a place once called home.

 

Those old white buildings, home for many, from low paid nurses to politicians, the elderly and gravely ill, lest we not forget.

Although now abandoned, empty wards lay memories, the old grey nurse resumes her duties calling this place home.

Thirty years the men worked hard in the market gardens, day by day they collect their tokens for pennies they were not.

A lovely Chapel built for all, no matter what your faith, a new bell rings as the choir sings, Standing all as one.

An old gum tree stands tall and beautiful, Alice Harvey was her name, 48 years a well-known patient, may she rest in peace.

 

History lies before our doorstep, here at Royal Park, from 

horses & carts to trams and cars, 

We leave behind our Footprint.......