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by Robin A Spicer

Saturday, February 03, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Australian History






The English sent them all to Australiaís shore

British justice held them all in chains.

Families left behind, would never see them more.

They were sentenced, to live a life of slavery and pain.


Under the lash they built this great new land.

Under the burning sun they slaved without a hope

Few threw off their chains and made a stand,

They lived in fear, of the lash, and the Hangmanís Rope.


For seven long years they wept and toiled.

Disease and starvation earned their Ticket of Leave.

Many stayed, took land and tilled the soil.

For those they left behind they had no time for grief.


Over the years they conquered this arid land,

Struggled through drought and flooding rain

Raging Bushfires that seemed from Satanís hand

And through it all they suffered loss and pain.


I look around me and see what they have left.

I have seen the bush and arid desert sands.

For a while from town to town I did drift.

A Knight of the road I wandered this great land.


I often think of those who came before.

No-one should forget their sacrifice and pain.

How in chains they forged this distant shore.

Through their labour they erased the convict stain.



Robin A Spicer © February 4, 2007


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Reviewed by Leslie Bond 8/27/2009
I'm so impressed by this, it tells a long lived story of people that struggle for freedom. Leslie
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU 2/4/2007

An outstanding composition on historic reality... This "heritage" flows through the veins of thoughts in this poetic grand.

Long healthy life through a blissful and productive living.

I salute You, Poet.

In admiration,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by J M 2/4/2007
This history is well presented in your poem. We should never forget those that serves us in the end and gain the worth to claim.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 2/4/2007
Interesting pen

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