The Afghan camel train left the Augusta Port
Trekking north on the gibber plain as hardship wrought
It was the only way to get supplies to the Red Centre
With the Afghan drivers imported as camel mentors
They worked their way during the hot sunny days
Making contact with the northern sheep station gaze
They had some aborigine stockmen with the camel train
One morning Jimmy could not be consoled in his refrain
He wanted to return to his family as his brother was sick
Without any contact he was able to know how this was a fit
So he left the afghan camel train and went all the way home
Being able to see his dying brother with no way he could have know.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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