OAKIES

Hats dipped they ride
Into the dark night
In search of the paradise
They have travelled miles to see

A man on his horse
Each side of the swaying wagon
They listen to the tranquillity
That comes from the night
There is a slight scuffling noise
As a mother attends one of the babies

They have come for;
The lush green pasture
That is yet to be tamed
To start a settlement where
Their children can be brought up
To raise family’s of their own

Men and woman with dedication
People like these are always
Triumphant in the end
A breed of men and women
That seems to have disappeared.

OAKIES

Brendan Graham

Lilydale, Australia

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