The following verses were written over 60 years ago; the deceased composer was then a resident of the Burrogorang Valley .

  Cox's River

White Dog

through many a leafy dell

Winding, turning, ever sparkling,

Now in sunshine, now in shade

 

Far from Medlow's height thou comest

Heights so hoary, capped with snow.

From all sides the merry streamlets

Into thy broad bosom flow.

 

When the days are bright in summer,

Soft and cool thy current seems,

But when winter's angry tempests

swell the earth and drench the streams.

 

I've walked along the White Dog road,

And seen it clothed in divers hues.

I've trudged that trail 'neath monstrous load,

And ambled down to see the views.

 

I've climbed the ridge in blazing sun,

And squelshed along 'mid teeming rain.

I've cantered down there on the run,

And mounted up when sol was slain.

 

I've roamed that lane as daylight pales,

And wandered 'round there in the dark.

I've shivered in the wild dog gales,

and shuddered as they howl and bark.

 

I've seen the dogs in sparkling morn,

And felt the bite of winter's frost.

I've watched the sun arise at dawn,

And seen fog form till hills are lost.

 

I've gone down there with fearful heart,

And searched for walkers somewhere strayed.

I've come up again, I've played my part

And sadly helped distressed who prayed.

 

I've trembled as the flooded cox

And all its waters roared along.

I've laughed above the sparkling rocks

And filled my soul with joyous song.

 

I've felt all the moods of Australia's bush

Upon that winding four mile track.

I'll return there; I'll need no push

To take my pack and wander back.

 

"The Waysider" No 101 April 1968