Twas the next morning I came to the Etheridge Shire Hall,
With a grin on my face to meet the Girl from the Ball,
I had the hum of the dance still on play in my head,
And I already knew She’d be the one I would wed.

“What a beauty,” I gasped as I took in the view,
In the sunshine I saw the place exquisite and new,
Was indeed this Shire Hall built in nineteen-oh-eight?
Why this can’t be the place where I danced until late!

Lo surprise, the bright coral roof was faded no more,
Not a scuff mark could be seen on the timber dance floor,
I looked, the Girl from the Ball brought the sunshine it seemed,
She made the tired old paint seem like butterscotch cream,
The louvres let in a warm glow of lavender light,
And everything in the world, I knew would be alright.

I looked up at the Hall, so winsome, lovely and wise,
And the moment held more than what appeared in my eyes,
My heart was beating fast and yet the words coming slow,
As I asked the Girl from the Ball to be my betrothed.

I walked away hand in hand with my Girl from the Ball,
Now all my life, I’ll never forget that day at the Hall.

 

Doors open at 6.30pm

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Festival of Small Halls Georgetown will be supported by Mitchell Steele