From Emerald To Beaconsfield Poem by Francis Duggan

The high road bordered by tall trees blackwood and mountain gray
From Emerald to Beaconsfield it's downhill all the way
A narrow twisty mountain road with many a dangerous bend
On such high roads you must drive slow and on your brakes you depend.

From Emerald to Beaconsfield the journey not too far
A twenty minute drive at most if you travel by car
But drivers have died on that road they drove downhill too fast
You might say luck ran out on them good luck don't always last.

I spoke to woman in Beaconsfield she had tears in her eyes
Her only son died on his way back home after night out with the boys
Near upper Beaconsfield he dozed his car slammed against a tree
And that was just a few years back in nineteen ninety three.

Her son he would be twenty five today is his birthday
And though i felt so sorry for her to her what could i say
I could not say that 'twould seem to me that he threw his life away
That if you drink all night and drive your car there is a price to pay.

A woman in her mid fifties still burdened by her cross
And nothing i might say or do would ease her sense of loss
Four years ago her son had died and the hurt with her remain
But a sorrow with a stranger shared might ease some of the pain.

From Emerald to Beaconsfield it's downhill all the way
And for those who drive fast on such roads there is some price to pay
And a mother mourns for her dead son he drove downhill too fast
'Twould seem good luck ran out on him good luck don't always
last.