An Ode to  "TEROWIE" where ruling gauges met
                     The Narrow and The Broad
 There's a small town in the country , It is where we went to school,
 The summers mostly dry and hot, The winters really cool. It was a famous
 railway town where the ruling gauges met , with both  the broad and narrow 
 lines a fact we'll not forget.
     A place where everyone changed trains  at morning, noon and night,
 where meals at the refreshment rooms were really a delight.
 O'Donnell's pies and fresh-made tea were the envy of the line , but that's
 all vastly changed, I guess, with the constant march of time.
     For the break-of-gauge is missing and the railway staff is small;
 'Tis just a run-through station now,  a whistle-stop, that's all.
 We still recall the cabbagey that ran just twice a week , The Broken 
 Hill express at night, The cattle and the sheep.
     There were Dave and Stanley Simpson of the old agency stores where two
 of the young Mahony boys  performed their daily chores. There were
 Ted and Charlie Abbott and the Mathews Brothers too, Clarrie Nourse and 
 Sandy Churches, many others that we knew : Molony Brothers, Loy and Vin,
 Both bakers of renown; remember old Dan Mahoney, Only butcher in the town.
     But most of these have now passed on To their deserved reward; 
 while all the town's activities have just gone by the board. A little spot 
 beyond the town must all the seasons brave--a placed revered by all of us,
 'Tis our dear parents' grave.
     Though apt to be neglected as time goes marching on,I pray someone will
 tend it when we are dead and gone.
     The old place sure is breaking up, they're tearing up the lines
 (I quote a phrase so often used)  'To keep up with the times.'
 as years go by and we grow old Fond memory still remains of the old town 
 and its people, Terowie and her trains.
               By F. S. (Florrie)* Mahony
          *Later more widely known as 'Steve'.