It Is A Big Country

Where sheep and cattle are in plenty and houses and people are rare It is a big country the country out there A flat open country-side looking gray to brown At least fifty kilometres from the nearest Bushtown. The people who live here are a hardy breed And though stories of their lives few may wish for to read But of them it would only be fair to say That they are heroines and heroes in their own way. Out there in the bush from the nearest town far A half an hour drive at the least by car It is a big country this Land of the south A Land that has often been ravaged by drought. Must be a quiet place to live in where silence abound Miles of open countryside for miles around Mostly flat and brown paddocks with hardly any green And few very few houses for to be seen. It is a big country flat open and dry And the nearest town far even as the crow fly To the nearest small Bushtown fifty kilometres or more And four hundred miles inland from the ocean shore.