Poem By George Savige
A group of clouds went right on by,
Then once again, a bright blue sky.
And those who watch for signs of rain
Are thinking of this drying plain.
The earth is cracked and opened wide,
The creek that was is almost dried.
Now grown men stand and send forth tears,
They've struggled on through all the years.
And in their mind there is no doubt,
They've suffered nothing worse than drought.
But toil on they know they must,
While breathing air that's full of dust.
You who've not lived on the land,
Could not hope to understand,
Just why these folks would want to stay.
And watch the sky from day to day.
But should you ask them, 'why stay here? '
They'll stand up straight and wipe a tear,
Then say to you 'we'll never go...
And if you'd really like to know,
We love it here and here we'll stay
And watch the sky from day to day.'