Alf Watt is in his grave

These eighty years.

From his bones a bloodwood grows

With long leaves like tears.


His girl grew weary long ago;

She’s long lost the pain

Of crying to the empty air

To hold her boy again.


When he died the town died.

Nothing’s left now

But the wind in the bloodwoods:

“Where did they go?


In the rain beside the graves

I heard their tears say

– This is where the world ends;

The world ends today.


Six men, seven men

Lie in one furrow.

The peaty earth goes over them,

But cannot blind our sorrow – ”


“Where have they gone to?

I can’t hear or see.

Tell me of the world’s end,

You heavy bloodwood tree.”


“There’s nothing but a butcher-bird

Singing on my wrist,

And the long wave that rides the lake

With rain upon its crest.


There’s nothing but a wandering child

Who stoops to your stone;

But time has washed the words away,

So your story’s done.”


Six men, seven men

Are left beside the lake,

And over them the bloodwood tree

Flowers for their sake.

Australian poet Judith Wright visited the Mill Point cemetery and wrote a poem about life as she imagined it at the settlement during the late 1800s. The poem was written about the life of a man from the settlement known as Alfred Watt. In fact, Alfred was one of the first infants to be buried at the cemetery in 1874 at the tender age of four months and 20 days.