here’s a poem which I found "posted" on the wall of the Suggan Buggan school house.

“My Home” by Mr. Edward Coffey of Tongio.

In Suggan Buggan’s Mountains and along it’s gurgling stream
My heart will live forever and in my sleep I’ll dream.
Oh the little lonely school-house beside the flowing rill
And the graveyard in the distance, upon the neighbouring hill.

The homestead long deserted and now falling to the ground
Marks where hardy settlers a lonely home had found.
Our pioneers had lived there and their bones are lying still
In the little lonely graveyard that rest upon the hill.

The pine trees on the ridges will never be forgot
By the tired and lonely traveller who wanders through this spot.
There’s a homeliness about them these calm and sombre trees
That echoes through the valley in the quiet evening breeze.

Oh memories! That bring to me the thoughts of bygone years
When I should chance to think again, oh Suggan Buggan hears
This haunted spot among the trees below Black Mountain height,
Where parrots screech among the trees unto their hearts delight.