Seen distant in the heat haze visions seen to cast Blue hazed mountains framed in lands red dust Cattle quietly grazing knowing not their fate Shearers gathered campfires pushing back the night Tales as stories flowing liquid amber in no haste Across this wide brown land so rich and yet so vast Such a short history since that first tall white mast A land so young so proud but then again so new The shears and the cockys together saw troubles through Then came the sprawling cities so vast in chrome and glass Eating up the shorefronts like possessed high rise colonies Shattered now the silence the freedom and the peace Where once there toiled the battlers so many mouths to feed Life now ruled by foreign time clocks set in many hands Changes now to our culture most of them far from good Where now gone the dreamtimes lost to myth and youth (GE2013)
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 00:33:19 +0000
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