Phil Smith

Rookie - 47 Points (2nd July 1954 / Donald Victoria Australia)

The Drought - Poem by Phil Smith

The fifth year without rain
Paddocks dusty and bare
Sheep not old enough
To remember green grass

They wander hungry
Searching for feed
Their wool is worthless
Might have to shoot the buggers

These dried out paddocks
Brown rolling hills
Once fed the mob
Who's wool cheque paid the bills

Over 150 years
Through the '56 floods
And the fires of '67
Our family worked this land

We are the last generation
To sweat and toil
Plough the paddocks
Shear the sheep

Enjoy the good years
Suffer through droughts
The kids fled to the city
Farm life is not for them

Each morning we search the skies
For the slightest hint
The drought would break
We could get some bloody rain

The sheep could feast
The dams would fill
No more long nights
Too worried to sleep

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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