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The Quambatook Football Club
Contributed by
Spudda27
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Monday, 24th October 2005 @ 02:13:13 AM in AEST
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Dusty fields from eye to eye,
dead trees too weary to die
or care that we pass heading north,
amongst battered fences of stones.
A smile. A worn hand to take yours
in embrace; worn and weary, but strong.
Welcomes you to the field,
a field of green in defiance of the dust,
In memory of the trees.
Roots run deep around here.
Strap on your armor Lads,here they come!
Dont forget to limber up, charge the foe
and raise those colours high!
A worn hand smiles, hands you a cold beer.
A slap on the back and a good laugh,
makes the miles seem like a pleasant jaunt.
And the Rain, finally reaching the fields
of dust in the shadow of the great trees,
sounds the requiem, falling on tin roofs.
Worn and weary, but strong.
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Spudda27
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Re: The Quambatook Football Club
(User Rating: 1 ) by aprilrose on
Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 04:11:19 AM AEST (User
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nice write :)aprilrose |
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