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Monday, May 16, 2011

THis was sent to me in an email and I just thought I would share it.


                                                WAKE UP TIME




When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet,

When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night,

And the bush is forced to hang a sign, 'Gone broke and won't be back'

And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track



When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind-swept plains,

And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains;

When a hundred outback settlements are ghost towns overnight,

When we've lost the drive and heart we had to once more see us right



When 'Pioneer' means a stereo and 'Digger' some backhoe,

And the 'Outback' is behind the house, there's nowhere else to go,

And 'Anzac' is a biscuit brand and probably foreign owned,

And education really means brainwashed and neatly cloned



When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent crust,

And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to dust,

And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they fought,

And fishing is a great escape; this is until you're caught



When you see our kids with yankee caps and resentment in their eyes,

And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts is no longer a surprise,

When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing brand

And not a product of our heritage that once grew off the land



When offering a hand makes people think you'll amputate,

And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a 'Mate',

When 'Political Correctness' has replaced all common sense,

When you're forced to see it their way, there's no sitting on the fence



Yes one day you might find yourself an outcast in this land -

Perhaps your heart will tell you then, 'I should have made a stand'

Just go and ask the farmers - that should remove all doubt

Then join the swelling ranks who say, 'DON'T SELL AUSTRALIA OUT'



Courtesy of Craig Leggett (Ex SAS & 1 RAR)

4 comments:

  1. That sentiment could apply to many countries Carole; especially the UK. Here in France they are very nationalistic... You don't mess with France.

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  2. I was just going to say that it is similar here in England, but Cro beat me to it.
    All is not over though, and I sense an uprising against all this PC nonsense and the like.

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  3. This poem was actually written by my brother Chris Long from Edmonton in Far North Queensland. It would appear that the poem went mega viral over 2 years ago but, strange as it may seem, this fact has only recently come to Chris's attention. He is delighted and honoured beyond mere words to find out that one of his poems has found its way into the collective heart of Australia. However, sadly, in most cases Chris has not been acknowledged as the author. I don't know who Craig Leggett is but I am guessing that this poem struck a chord with Craig and that someone he has passed it onto wanted to acknowledge him as their source.....but Chris is definitely the author. Chris has a book of self penned distinctly Australian poetry which he releases a few years ago entitled "Top Rail Politicians"

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