My background story for this poem, is also going to be heard on the 4BB FM and presented by Tony Wigan’s Radio show, he is a local man that is a firm conscientious humanitarian of endeavours, that from the very first time I met him he has not changed from when I once lived in Toowoomba, on Hume Street - or when I lived in West street when I had once applied for a job as a relief postal driver to see the Queensland countryside and how it was holding up, and to know the people personally, and to see firsthand their struggles and sacrifices they make, while doing that postal mail run into the different country towns, and the out of the way places while doing the deliveries of parcels or mail and food, to the different farms, that were struggling, it for me was an education and a wakeup call, that to not take growing of food or the essential storage of any water for granted, or where crops are grown, as my love came to the surface for our country people in the 80’s.
In my years of also entertaining in the music industry playing at B&S balls, Pubs and Halls in bands and doing recreational activities while working at the Y.M.C.A in School vocational programmes in knowing then the also generosity of the Toowoomba business sector that contributed in times like these, or droughts or a crisis, that contributed in many different ways without looking for any recognition, to help their mates that are on the border of hardship or despair, so with my continued donations and gratitude I dedicated this poem to our farmers, and their families values of courage.
Our Farmers Dreadful Drought
Beneath the Southern Cross, our farmers make a stand
To find any moisture left underneath their baron lands
That have pondered of what dams could had meant, in having some wet, for green glorious years
Rather in seeing the only water now, is coming from our farmer’s as tears
They can’t recover or afford this great loss, but can we do more? Or don’t we give a toss?
While our farmer’s spirits strain, under the relentless midday sun
As their work is never done, as they count their losses of dying cattle or flocks, or those that
Sadly end up on crowded ships, going overseas from our shipping docks.
But they won’t give them up, or their farms without a fight, or afford to rest along their way
And if we don’t help them now, we will be the ones that will pay, the highest price for any delay.
So support our farmers if you can. Or kiss away our Great Southern land.
As without our farmers there is no food, so call them today! With some good news
On www.aussiehelpers.org.au, for you to pay your share, for others to survive
Because the food farmers grow is for yours and mine, and if there was more love in this world
There would be less room for hate! I just pray people that were not too late.
While Banks or overseas investors are just waiting, to shut our brave farmers Gates.
God bless all our “Aussie Patriot Farmers”, the poem is by ROSSCOE. On www.elpc.me/blog