Yarrawonga

Yarrawonga by herself Lived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer's wife. Far remote from modern strife Drowsily beside her door Dreamed of hectic days long o'er. Yarrawonga dreamed in peace, Watched her flocks and herds increase, Drugged by wealth she sleepier grew, Scorned the strenuous and new, Scorned all haste and modern ways, Yet oozed contentment all her days. Yarrawonga now awakes, And a sudden interest takes In the schemes of eagr men, Who'd restore her youth again Who'd renew a youth half lost And, at her contentment's cost, Bring life-giving waters down To rejuvenate her town. Yarrawonga soon shall be Resting in an inland sea Gazing on a man-made lake That new fruitfulness hall wake O'er wide fields where drought has spread Vague alarm and sudden dread. Then shall Yarrawonga know The dignity of years ago.