While The Billy BoilsSearchThe rain on the wind, that comes from the West,Brings a sigh of relief to everyone’s breast.I cart see a strong people away on The Plains,Silently thanking our God for the rains;I can see the creeks running all filled to the hilt,And feeding the rivers all going full tilt.The Billabong waters have come to the spill,And the brolgas are dancing their dainty quadrille;The crowfoot and clover are out on the track,And the blacksoil is bogging the bullocks outback;The train, in the cutting, is racing the clock,And the Agents and Buyers are looking for stock;The crop in the paddock is beginning to peep,And the stations are shearing what’s left of the sheep.I can see in the dusk, at the close of the day,King Drought get the “boot” as he’s passing away.Has he taught us a lesson? Shall the stream run in vain?Shall we all go to sleep, till it’s drought time again?I WONDER!
Poem
The Breaking of the Drought
by Jack Moses · 1923
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