An Australian's Nature!

As drover's rode through endless plains and cackling bottle brush.
He followed wallaga's steely gaze oblivious to the rush.
Old Smithy stalled, he parked his horse, the lake had long run dry.
Turned remorse his luck run out, land lost to drought, grey Gundaroo but a pout.

The swaggie swayed from thickeningly mauve gums, unflinching years of witness.
A tiger glided between dying leaves as the shed vibrated in murmur.
As shearers song their happy song the sun began to waver.
Chicken fences couldn't hold the comradery atop of Gundagai davor.

Old shearers weeped and swayed entranced, waded through thick flecked fleece.
Gundaroo town flourished in the gully of the mountain's deep blue shadow looming.
Intoxicated he sung his song clippers still in hand.
Hats held high, sheep defy, a tribute to the land.

"Break in the lady gently, Shave the lass with aim.
Hear the injured cries, Earn your sloping gain.
Break 'em in the ews will mate. Lop the hooves stuck in the grate.
Graze in the reeds, Brazen the steeds. Spie the tenants wife- know your in some strife.
Gday Gday Ay!"