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by Pamela Fox (c) Nov.06 How quickly they've forgotten how you helped to tame this land, How you traversed unknown country, mountain range and desert sand. How you pulled their loaded wagons or with pack upon your back, supplied the outback stations down some deeply rutted track. How quickly they've forgotten how you helped to till the soil, How you pulled the fallen timber, worked beside him in his toil, How you gently carried children to a schoolhouse miles away and waited there with patience till school finished for the day. How quickly they've forgotten how you swam a swollen creek returning with a doctor for their loved one growing weak. How you helped round up the livestock or cut off a sudden rush when something spooked the cattle You braved horn and heaving crush. How quickly they've forgotten how you carried them in war, How you faced the sands of Egypt or some other foreign shore, How you charged against the enemy obeying each command but did not journey home with them when ordered to disband. Now your offspring are the enemy should they desire to roam through national park or forest land so long considered home. For they are labelled 'brumbies' just a pest to be destroyed with gun and helicopter cruel culling is employed. -o0o- (Reproduced with Permission) |