RAIN FROM NOWHERE

Submitted: Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 03:00
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Don't usually pass these email messages on but thought that Murray Hartin, whoever he is, has written from the heart and the sentiment behind it is worth sharing.

RAIN FROM NOWHERE

His cattle didn’t get a bid, they were fairly bloody poor,
What was he going to do? He couldn’t feed them anymore,
The dams were all but dry, hay was thirteen bucks a bale,
Last month’s talk of rain was just a fairytale,

His credit had run out, no chance to pay what’s owed,
Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road
“Geez, great grandad bought the place back in 1898,
“Now I’m such a useless bastard, I’ll have to shut the gate.

“Can’t support my wife and kids, not like dad and those before,
“Crikey, Grandma kept it going while Pop fought in the war.”
With depression now his master, he abandoned what was right,
There’s no place in life for failures, he’d end it all tonight.

There were still some things to do, he’d have to shoot the cattle first,
Of all the jobs he’d ever done, that would be the worst.
He’d have a shower, watch the news, then they’d all sit down for tea
Read his kids a bedtime story, watch some more TV,
Kiss his wife goodnight, say he was off to shoot some roos
Then in a paddock far away he’d blow away the blues.
But he drove in the gate and stopped – as he always had
To check the roadside mailbox – and found a letter from his Dad.

Now his dad was not a writer, Mum did all the cards and mail
But he knew the writing from the notebooks that he’d kept from cattle sales,
He sensed the nature of its contents, felt moisture in his eyes,
Just the fact his dad had written was enough to make him cry.

“Son, I know it’s bloody tough, it’s a cruel and twisted game,
“This life upon the land when you’re screaming out for rain,
“There’s no candle in the darkness, not a single speck of light
“But don’t let the demon get you, you have to do what’s right,
“I don’t know what’s in your head but push the bad thoughts well away
“See, you’ll always have your family at the back end of the day
“You have to talk to someone, and yes I know I rarely did
“But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids.

I’m worried about you son, you haven’t rung for quite a while,
“I know the road you’re on ‘cause I’ve walked every bloody mile.
“The date? December 7 back in 1983,
“Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the brigalow tree.
“See, I’d borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson place
“Then it didn’t rain for years and we got bombed by interest rates,
“The bank was at the door, I didn’t think I had a choice,
“I began to squeeze the trigger – that’s when I heard your voice.
“You said ‘Where are you Daddy? It’s time to play our game’
“’ I’ve got Squatter all set up, we might get General Rain.’

“It really was that close, you’re the one that stopped me son,
“And you’re the one that taught me there’s no answer in a gun.
“Just remember people love you, good friends won’t let you down.
“Look, you might have to swallow pride and take that job in town,
“Just ’til things come good, son, you’ve always got a choice
“And when you get this letter ring me, ’cause I’d love to hear your voice.”

Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.
Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.

He called his wife and children, who’d lived through all his pain,
Hugs said more than words – he’d come back to them again,

They talked of silver linings, how good times always follow bad,
Then he walked towards the phone, picked it up and rang his Dad.
And while the kids set up the Squatter, he hugged his wife again,
Then they heard the roll of thunder and they smelt the smell of rain.

Murray Hartin
February 21, 2007




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Reply By: Aussie Bush Ghost - Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 05:48

Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 05:48
Murray Hartin was one of the "Naked Poets", also a Journo from Tamworth, he has written & recited many Aussie Poems including the famous Turbulance. Has a few CD's that have been published.. Its great stuff. Probably one of the best weekends (some years ago now) we have ever spent was at the Tenterfield "Oracles of the Bush", where the poetry was not only superb, but brilliantly humourous, dramatic & entertaining. Murray and little Bobby Millar (who has since passed away while waiting for an organ transplant), with Ray Essery (maybe spelt incorrectly) from Mullumbimby performed, together with others. Great weekend each year, although have not been back for quite a few years now.
One of the best humourous Poems we have ever listened to (& watched ... because the actions were a key part to this poem) was Bobby Millar reciting his Japanese version of Waltzing Matilda. The audience was rolling around the floor laughing.

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Follow Up By: CD & JW - Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 07:13

Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 07:13
For info on the next Tenterfield "Oracles of the Bush"

www.totaltravel.com.au/link.asp?fid=611330
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Reply By: Bushtracker - Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 18:53

Wednesday, Mar 14, 2007 at 18:53
Bloody Good One,
Cut right to my heart.... Brought a tear to my eye this morning.... Bloody good one.
You have to feel for the people on the land in the hard times... I know I could not hack it.....

I was out with my horses Mustering Cattle on three Stations, for a Cutting out West, when I heard the account of nine months on the road herding the cattle along the highway for a little feed. Nine months camping along the road away from the family, with the Mob trying save the herd in the drought... I know I am not tough enough for that.. But God Bless them..

Ranger
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