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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sydney</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mind wandered on the hillsides <br>above those english fields<br>the smell of hay the prick of gorse<br>the meanings clear to me<br>the sun was never setting<br>twilight bestrode the day<br>and the feelings i was feeling<br>would never go away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this was my blessed england<br>this is where i was born<br>this england now forgotten<br>while i live on fatal shores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i stole a half a sixpence<br>i needed it for bread<br>then i was here transported<br>and am the walking dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am now here in australia<br>the convict nation found<br>when ships do cease their sailing<br>and when they run aground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its not easy in this foreign land<br>its hot and dry and hard<br>but the soldiers here amongst us<br>sell us rum and whisky jars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for its too late to make conscience<br>a real matter in the day<br>one drink one drink one drink of rum<br>and my dreams they float away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was magical at landing<br>after four months on those seas<br>we could not walk in a straight line<br>with our sea full wobbled knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we hunkered down in sydney<br>we were sent out straight to work<br>we lived in a small compound<br>with dry biscuits as our perk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we stitched and sewed rough garments<br>we worked with fingers raw<br>we worked and worked and worked<br>till we couldn't work no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our home was called the factory<br>we never got outside<br>we never saw that sydney<br>a distant twenty miles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i've told it like it was then<br>i'll tell it to the world<br>about that female factory<br>and all us factory girls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q>
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above those english fields
the smell of hay the prick of gorse
the meanings clear to me
the sun was never setting
twilight bestrode the day
and the feelings i was feeling
would never go away.

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