When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet,
When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night.

And the bush is forced to hang a sign, 'gone broke and won't be back'. And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track.

When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind swept plains.
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains.

When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight.

When 'Pioneer' means a stereo and 'Digger' some backhoe.
And the 'Outback' is behind the house, there's nowhere else to go.

And 'Anzac' is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned.
And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned.

When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust.
And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust.

And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought.
And fishing is a great escape; this is until you're caught.

When you see our kids with yankee caps and resentment in their eyes.
And soaring crime and hopeless hearts are no longer a surprise.

When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand.
Not a product of our heritage that grew from off the land.

When offering a hand makes people think you'll amputate.
And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a 'Mate'.

When 'Political Correctness' has replaced all common sense.
When you're forced to see it their way, there's no sitting on the fence.

Yes one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land.
Perhaps your heart will tell you then, I should have made a stand'

Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all doubt.
Then join the swelling ranks who say, 'Don't sell Australia out'.


Author unknown

 

I found this at one of the campsites. If you have any knowledge of the author please let me know so that I can give proper credit!

It is a good and meaningfull poem , by the way............Sarg.

G'day again,  I was having a quite reflective moment a week or so ago and memories of personnel losses of my kids and other family members whilst admiring the roses I planted after each loss and I penned the below poem.

Memories Of Loved Ones Past

By

Kevin L Fairbrother

 

Memories of loved ones past

Liken to flowers that bloom in spring

With but one exception, I dare to say

The flowering blooms, provide an amazing display

That brightens our day and build our hopes at work or play

 

We think about the good times, the memories of loved ones past

And cherish those precious moments, of times gone bye.

Unlike our loved ones who will not return,

To lift us from the pain and hurt

The flowers will return each spring, to once again

remind us, that life is precious and the past does hurt

 

By day we live and breathe what each new day brings

The hustle, the bustle at home, at work and play

Dims memories as time goes so fast, until the day turns into night

The family gathers and time slows down, its a time to reflect

The quite times brings memories flooding back, of loved ones past

 

When you go to bed and try to sleep, those racing thoughts of life

Of each day past, will be but a dream as you drift to sleep

You dream about the beauty that beholds this earth, and

You remember to remind yourself, to smell the roses and look at the flower display each day, to remind you of loved ones past

Cheers

Kev