Cunnamulla grazier Tex Mazoudier's spending much of his time bulldozing mulga trees as a feed source for sheep affected by the Queensland drought.
The dry season is the inspiration for this untitled poem.
I sit on the dozer pushing scrub for the stock,
Hoping that soon this bloody drought will stop.
And as the stock string out in a steady graze,
The dozer walks through this hot and dusty haze.
I think of the people in their office jobs,
Oh, that's so mundane.
Their life, it doesn't matter if it's dry or if it rains.
All they care is that they're home on time,
to spend time with their family,
Oh that's so sublime.
They don't understand what goes on out here,
They just see it on Facebook, but it's just not really as clear.
They don't see stock dying or the roos dropping like flies,
They can only see what they can through their closed eyes.
But that's never mattered to us folks way out here,
We'll just give it our all and then sit down and enjoy a nice cold beer.
So here's to the day when the drought finally breaks,
And we can sit in the pub drinking rum with our mates.
But until that day when the rain finally shows up,
I'll just be out here on my dozer, just pushing scrub.
© ABC 2013
16:51 EST An East Coast Low should form off the New South Wales coast this Monday, bringing heavy showers, strong winds and dangerous surf to much of the coast.