‘Don’t sell Australia out’ – A Poem by Chris Long.

‘Don’t sell Australia out’

 

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 windswept plains
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains

When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight
When we’ve lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right

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 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’

The Bush Post – When it rains….it pours!

 

As my title suggests, I am once again talking about that magical thing – rain.  After getting a few welcome inches last week, temperatures skyrocketed here.  So you would think I am praying for more rain.  Well, one thing that comes with soaring temperatures is the storms.  And I am not talking about your odd thunderstorm.  We are talking super cells, and wind gusts that are so  frightening, you hope you remembered to pull in everything that was loose outside.  When you are living in the outback and one of these storms hits the amount of rain that falls in a short space of time is staggering.  So we go from being in drought to experiencing floods.  From one extreme to the other.  The scary part is that many towns get cut off from the highways, and that means delays in much needed food stocks as most is brought in by trucks.  Social media such as Facebook, which has become very important in the lives of people out here; is where everyone passes on information about road closures, storm damage, lost animals (due to the lightning and thunder), and contacting emergency services.

 

Right now, the storms have passed.  Talk is however there is more on the way tomorrow, and this is a worry if flash flooding occurs.  I love rain, and I know how much we need it.  The extremes though can make it scary at times.

 

~RB~