Mallee Girl, by John Sinclair McIntyre

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Mallee girl, with sun bleached hair, and eyes that crinkle in the glare
Of desert sun, and hot dry wind, that parches mind and soul and skin.

Through endless days of summer heat, her man, with horses stripping wheat
On sandy plains, in choking dust, from hoof stirred sand and wheaten husk.

Though still a girl, with babe in arms, she carves a home on a Mallee farm
In the far North West, with shimmering haze her constant companion through long summer days.

She was raised in the bush, and knows all about the heartaches of failure through bushfire and drought
In her time, with fine Mallee sand, drifting to pile up on fence line and dam.

With miles to go to the nearest town, along tracks of sand that would bog one down
In the winter wet, she drives once a week in their wagonette.

Undaunted by life in this harsh adverse land, she faces the risks for her baby and man,
And typifies those who with stoutness of heart, develop such nations as ours from the start.