Queensland State Archives posted a photo:
My Homestead.
(Written by Hetty Sypher.)
There stands my homestead, white amid the trees;
So lowly set where stirs a faint, cool breeze.
Across the grass the thronging milkers pass,
Their colours blurred, as, in one moving madd,
A glade of grass, the panting creatures seek,
Their resting place is by the dry, old creek.
Yet sunlight gleams in through the crimson leaves,
And, where it touches, softer beauty weaves.
It plays around the open entrance doors,
And casts its glowing radiance on linoleum floors.
See, on each drooping flower, whose heavy head
Bows with tiredness, the dying sunbeams shed
A faded splendour lending deeper grace
To all those colours which their rays embrace.
All day long the busy birdies sing among the leafy trees,
At my old Homestead.
Description source: The Central Queensland Herald, 6 Dec 1934
Image source: Queensland State Archives, Digital Image ID 5024