Thunder And Dust Poem by keith brown

He was born in a shack on the old gibber plain
In a land of drought and of seldom rain
Where the rich red soil Is redder than rust
And a life islived out between Thunder and dust


He grew to a man in the seldom rain
A man of the land he's got dust in his veins
When times get tough he slow too complain
If thethunder rolls or the dust clouds reign

Droving cattle through boom and through bust
Living his life between Thunder and dust

Time moves along, the man takes a wife
A woman to share his hard lonely life
Together they toil, through boom and through bust
Living their lives between thunder and dust

Where his woman loves and the children play
And they knell each night and for rain they pray
To the harsh brown land they've given their trust
Living their lives between thunder and dust