ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Pioneers

As I wandered down the dusty trail my mind began to drift away
back to those hardy pioneers of days gone by.
The ones who made this country stronger with their sweat and endless toil
On a land so harsh beneath a sunburnt sky.

They struck out through the virgin bush to make a new life in this land
of heat and dust and endless swarming flies.
Built their homes of rough hewn timber, tilled the fertile outback soil
surviving by whatever means they could devise.

The life was tough and torrid no quarter given nor none asked
to start a brand new life their only quest.
But still through all the hardship the drought and the endless pain
they considered still that they were really blest.

There is no way to repay them for the legacy that they have left
in a nation free to make a brand new start.
For they left us with a future in this land we now call home
We can but hold their memories in our heart.

Bob Pacey ( C )

Patrick Pacey .

Good one Bob - and so true.

I agree. Nice! Wonderful photo. Great ... ? Great Great ... ? Is that the colour of the photo Bob?
Wazza

yep great great great Grandfather Warren Patrick Pacey transported for perjury ? who would have thought Musta been a bush poet as well cause we never lie.



Bob

Would you like the photo in black and white?

Gave the old bloke a clean up for you Robere - Merry Christmas

I agree Bob.

Unfortunately I fear it will nearly all be forgotten before long - hope I'm wrong.

Terry

Good one Bob, we are pretty soft these days in comparison to what they achieved back then!

Ron

Yes Ron. I did a poem for one of our founding families last year and a couple of the women travelled for 7 months through virgin ( no pun intended ) whilst heavily pregnant.


His young wife Isabella
With three young children by her side
Took the first steps towards their future
As they faced hardship in their stride.

Within four weeks of their arrival
Isabella bore another child.
William, a son that she had carried
To this place so strange and wild.

Bob

Bob, sometimes I wonder if we have squandered the legacy.