Gold fields

• Robert Stokes, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

Silence on the Gold Fields
Ass they plotted a plan
Like a snake to ban all licenses
It was no mistake

They slept with dreams of
Pikes and banners when the
Gun rang they fled in clatters
Against the angry police

The blacksmiths forge on fire
Like a volcano bursting into new life
Pikes were raised people were killed
Like they were goannas fighting over fresh meat

Soon the war was ended. They lost the war
But they won what they were fighting for
On the dripping red Gold Fields.