(drought) what else is left.
Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2018 4:12 pm
What else is left.
Out through my door i gaze about,
A dry and cracked old western drought,
In spite of all,we will see it through,
What else is left for us to do.
The drovers pass with mobs that creep,
Tired weary cattle an flocks of sheep,
The dry old days without an end,
A hope in time the rains they send.
To attend the stock to get them feed,
The cars pass by at amazing speed.
But in spite it all, we'll see it through,
What else is left, for us to do.
Seen some droughts in a bushman"s face,
In days gone by - in a distant place,
The dams are dry, the plains are bare,
Will folks in Canberra know or care.?
I've never had much and lucks not mine,
Rain must come in a length of time.
The emus lay by the water less hole,
Our Australian emblem - poor old soul.
The diggers fought for our country true,
It's pull together and see it through.
I've never had much and lucks not mine
Rain must come in a length of time.
Duncan Williams. ( 2018 )
Out through my door i gaze about,
A dry and cracked old western drought,
In spite of all,we will see it through,
What else is left for us to do.
The drovers pass with mobs that creep,
Tired weary cattle an flocks of sheep,
The dry old days without an end,
A hope in time the rains they send.
To attend the stock to get them feed,
The cars pass by at amazing speed.
But in spite it all, we'll see it through,
What else is left, for us to do.
Seen some droughts in a bushman"s face,
In days gone by - in a distant place,
The dams are dry, the plains are bare,
Will folks in Canberra know or care.?
I've never had much and lucks not mine,
Rain must come in a length of time.
The emus lay by the water less hole,
Our Australian emblem - poor old soul.
The diggers fought for our country true,
It's pull together and see it through.
I've never had much and lucks not mine
Rain must come in a length of time.
Duncan Williams. ( 2018 )