Wake Up Time

08 Dec

This great piece of Australian writing was composed by Chris Long from Cairns in Queensland, all credit to this poet for his work is accorded

When the shearing sheds are


 And the stock camps fallen


 When the gidgee coals no

Longer glow

 Across the outback night

 And the bush is forced to hang

A sign

 Gone broke and won’t be back

And spirits fear to find a way

 Beyond the beaten track

When harvesters stand derelict

 Upon the windswept plains

 And brave hearts pin their

Hopes no more

 On chance of loving rains

 When a hundred outback


 Are ghost towns overnight

 When we’ve lost the drive and

Heart we had

 To once more see us right

When Pioneer’means a stereo

And ‘Digger’some backhoe

 And the ‘Outback’ is behind

The house

There’s nowhere else to go

 And ‘Anzac’ is a biscuit brand

 And probably foreign owned

And education really means


 And neatly cloned

When you have to bake a loaf of bread

 To make a decent crust

 And our heritage once

Enshrined in gold

 Is crumbling to dust

And old folk

Pay their camping fees

 On land for which they fought

And fishing is a great escape

 This is until you’re caught

When you see our kids

With caps on back to front

And resentment in their eyes

 And the soaring crime and

Hopeless hearts

Is no longer a surprise

 When the name of RM


Is a yuppie clothing brand

 Not a product of our heritage

 That grew off the land

When offering a hand

Makes people think you’ll


 And two dogs meeting in the


 Is what you call a Mate

When ‘Political Correctness

Has replaced all common sense

When you’re forced to see it

Their way

 There’s no sitting on the fence

Yes one day you might find


 An outcast in this land

 Perhaps your heart will tell you


 I should have made a stand

 Just go and ask the farmers

 That should remove all doubt

 Then join the swelling ranks

Who say

Don’t sell Australia out



Posted by on December 8, 2010 in Uncategorized


11 responses to “Wake Up Time

  1. Chris Long

    April 6, 2014 at 6:57 am

    Thanks alot, Good on you. See

    • The Emu

      April 6, 2014 at 8:09 am

      Thanks Chris, sorry for not crediting at the time I originally posted it.
      You appeared on the net as an unknown writer when I found it.
      You are definitely in the veins of Lawson et ilk.
      Ian aka Aussie Emu

  2. Jacob Long

    September 7, 2013 at 9:17 am

    Hey Mate I wrote that poem ‘When the shearing sheds are silent…. My name is Chris Long from Cairns. Can you do us all a favor and put my name on it. It’s called Don’t Sell Australia Out. Cheers.

    • The Emu

      September 7, 2013 at 9:46 am

      Have credited your name to the work mate, there was no credits to the writer when It was forwarded to me.
      Aussie Emu

  3. cat

    December 10, 2010 at 4:34 am

    Wake up time indeed…Love, always…cat.

  4. rosemarymonteith

    December 9, 2010 at 8:46 pm

    Enjoyed this Ian

  5. Beth Marie

    December 8, 2010 at 9:52 pm

    Excellent post! Thank you!

  6. suemacarthur

    December 8, 2010 at 12:58 pm

    Well said Ian
    Hope all is well with you both
    Take care

  7. Sue Dreamwalker

    December 8, 2010 at 12:28 pm

    Many truths here Emu, When will we all Wake up?? 😉

  8. penpusherpen

    December 8, 2010 at 11:50 am

    a heartfelt and well written piece there Aussie Emu… and what can I add? Nothing other than I hope the ones in power ‘wake up’ and see sense. (or are made to!!) xPenx

  9. prenin

    December 8, 2010 at 8:05 am

    Same problems here too Ian.

    We’re being sold out by the Politically Correct Brigade so the Politicians can buy the votes of people who don’t want to be a part of this country, but make it like their homeland while the kids carry knives and guns – and to stand up for what is right makes you a target to be driven out.

    I fought my battles and won respect, but at a terrible price and now we have a new generation of kids who are worse than the last bunch who are now being treated for drug addiction and the diseases they picked up by sharing needles…

    Such are the flower of our youths.

    God Bless my friend!



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