I am sitting at ease in a stiff Gumma breeze,
As I love to sit here and dream.
My eyes now gaze to where cows once grazed
and horses have gone from the scene.

No calves to be fed; no pigs in their shed,
no cows to milk in the bails.
No voices to be heard as they bring in the herd,
no need to put up the rails.

The cream launch that once dodged fisherman's punts,
and cream trucks that brought mail to the door,
Like the harrow and the plough; just a memory now,
those days will come back no more.

The barn has come down and is flat on the ground,
the dairy is no longer seen,
The harness shed too that once we ran through,
and the bails have a sickening lean.

It hasn't been long; the farms are all gone,
No one is working today,
Now houses all stand on prime grazing land,
And trucks have replaced the old dray

I sometimes feel sad; for the good times we had,
when we needed no locks on the door,
You could leave things about,
when you come back no doubt;
they'd be there where you left them before.

You don't see the kids going off on their grids,
or walking to school every day,
They say its too far; so they jump in the car,
and are driven every step of the way.

These days you will see video and TV,
radios cassettes and computers.
You don't hear the shout; of kids all about,
playing with their kites and their scooters.

Now the suns in the west; I've taken my rest,
and the wind is blowing much stronger,
My mother would say you'll get blown away,
if you stay in that wind much longer,

Mervyn George Kinnear