THE PIONEER WAY
Oh, come with me along the Pioneer Way
Many have travelled this lonely track
Footsore and weary, few possessions on their back
Leaving their friends for the road outback.
Climbing the mountain range, travelling west
Selecting the place which to them looks the best
Sometimes it's hot and dry for weeks
Sometimes it rains, flooding the creeks.
A hard life ahead in a land unknown
Carving a path, all on their own
There's sheep to be grazed and crops to be grown
They're turning a wilderness into a home.
© Jim Low
