The Mining Game Poem by keith brown

I'm sitting by the roadside
Watching utes and trucks go by as they
Roll along the black top on the road to Woolombi
I don't know where their going I careless
Where they've been
I'm just sitting here in Broke
Halfway in between


The trucks they all have numbers they all look just the same
The drivers all wear hard hats because their in the mining game

From Broke on out to Bulga way out by old Bylong
They can't wait to start digging be it right or be it wrong
Out at scrubby creek there's a protest going on
How long before the minors see our heritage has gone

So please don't be complacent on your day among the pines
There'll be nothing left to drink if they turn it all to mines