Moola
Bulla part 2
You
took frightened immature boys and turned them into men,
You
showed no fear or favour as you welcomed us to the den.
Not
all were frightened, some were brash that much I will admit,
But
if they did not mould to you they were considered to be unfit.
The
lessons learned came thick and fast and none of them were easy,
You
pummelled youthful bodies and made some feel a trifle queasy.
You
taught us how to work, that time really meant nothing here,
And
the best way to accomplish things was in a team like atmosphere.
Loyalty
and pride were perhaps the most important lessons learned,
As
our muscles ached and beneath Kimberley’s brutal sun we burned.
There
were times when we cursed you, believing you to be too tough,
As
we crawled into our swags saying to ourselves we’d had enough.
In
the morning when the sun came up, we were saddled and away,
Thoughtful
and excited about the challenges that we would meet today.
Your
beauty was there for all to see, be it black soil plains or ranges,
The
flooded wet season rivers and all the vast seasonal changes.
No-one
could ever tame you; your spirit should remain forever intact,
No
doubt some will leave you abused and feeling raped, ransacked.
But
once again Moola Bulla will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes,
Pride
and loyalty will return no longer to be reminiscent flashes.
©
Corin Linch 27/11/2014
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