Gold Conditions

• Alisha Hill, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2011

Hot, Dusty, Dry conditions
The joy when god was found
Bushrangers stealing
Sores not healing
The days were long
With nothing to drink
The life was hard
with nothing to eat
Dissapointments of hard work with little rewards
Wheelbarrows full of helpful possesions
Not understanding other peoples language
Days have gone by getting more tired than usual
The sounds of screeming
Hearts not beating
colapsing in despair
Its the end for me and my
Mining