Who were they that trod this wide brown land
As times were tough and difficult to command
When nature's fist was thrust at you in all its might
And to survive at all was just part of the endless fight
Did the land nurture you as in its bosom you grew
And faced many foes as the badlands winds blew
When you had made a home for your family ties
Your country grew and the world came to recognise
That what you built was something so wonderful
In what we have today for our family rule
So here it is for all of you to partake in pleasure
The future nurtured for generations to treasure.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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