This poem was written by Jess Morton of Marrapina Station in Western NSW in 2006.
As we walk along the track, through the gums and cattle pats, We watch the dust storm roll in fast and wonder how long this drought will last. This earth is so parched and dry; there’s not a cloud in the sky.
As we walk along the track the cow looks so sad at her new born calf; Oh would she kill for feed of chaff; Ewes race by all newly shorn; rain needs to come before lambs are born. Soaring above with a beady eye; an eagle waits for something to die.
As we walk along the track a motorbike races past, with bulldust bellowing up like a mast. Robbie yells as he goes by; Another bloody tank has just gone dry. Blue’s in the truck with a load of hay; we all hope the work will eventually pay.
As we walk along the track, the wattle have now lost all their flowers, The gums no longer stand like towers; ants and bees have lost their sting, The birds are slow on the wing; The dogs have all gone crazy from chasing their tails to just plain lazy
As we walk along the track we think about the good old days when rain would come and crack a smile; instead of just gloomy dial. The kids would laugh and play about instead of worrying about the drought.
As we walk along the track; we see the clouds above the tree. The rains are here to set us free.