February 12th 1927 – May 27th 2026
In Loving Memory of Thomas Stanley ‘Tinnies’ Macdonald
Beneath the southern skies so wide,
where red earth stretches far and wide,
An old bloke rests, tall in his own way,
with a Tooheys tinnie never too far away.
The gum trees whisper, the magpies call,
but Dad was never one for crowds at all.
Just crack a quiet tinnie and give him a cheer,
his spirit still bounds where the kangaroos roam,
in the roar of the crowd and the journey back home.
For we all return to the red earth, so shed not a tear,
but do as Tinnies did and celebrate with a beer.
A private family service has been held.