Winds blast down from Kosciuszko,
Turning the generators blades as they go.
We hear the rattle of the shed- our accommodation,
Replacing one, where heavy snow,
Had caused devastation.
And here near the stage- a mammoth bell,
Just newly cast.
So later in the pub,
The question was asked.....
" A bell- Why a bell?
Did it replace one of old?"
"Well, sort of- not really- well...
There has been bells here- um- like... At the Railway Station,
And the old sawmill had one,"
So we were told.
Sixty grand was raised by the town,
One benefactor put a substantial sum down.
But, apparently it cost thirty five K.
And now as I sit next to it,
Plastic shrouded, today.
I think...
' Why the hell would any town want a big bell?
Who had the rush to the head,
And the charisma to tell,
A town that they would need such a decadent toy?'
Well they obviously thought it the go...
And Oh Boy!....
Is it ever LOUD!
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