Dean Poem by Francis Duggan

He hails from the wide and brown country the land of the big sky
Hundreds of miles north west of here even as the crow might fly
Yet he does not yearn for places off of the beaten track
He is happy in the big Town the man from the Outback.

Dean from Western Australia of six foot one or two
Blond haired in his mid thirties with piercing eyes of blue
Until in his mid twenties he did what few others do
He went out with gun and spotlight at night for to shoot wild kangaroo

The skins he sold to dealers the flesh to factories for dog meat
The flesh of native wildlife most humans will not eat
He worked hard for his living though his income it was small
And hunting and shooting and skinning kangaroos the hardest work of all.

He thought of the distant Suburb a better way of life to him 'twould seem
So he left the wide brown Outback for to follow on his dream
He works on a city building site for a good take home pay
And with a partner and year old baby girl in life he is doing okay.

Dean from Western Australia will never again be going back
To hunt and shoot at the wild roos off of the beaten track
With his partner and their baby girl in the suburbs he will stay
Far from the wide brown country in the Northwest far away.