Living In The Cambridge Gulf

Earth’s surface is rock hard, grasses brown and tinder dry
Keep moving on buggy or bike otherwise you’re gonna fry.
When opening gates the metal scorches your hand
Despite its beauty, the Gulf is an unforgiving land.

Back at the station the Utes get unloaded first
To the bar for a few coldies satisfying the thirst.
Refreshing shower and change before dinner at seven
A few more bevies then sleep definitely does beckon.

Returning to rooms an interesting trip it makes
Torchlight required and keep an eye out for snakes.
Careful footsteps avoiding fat cane toads that jump
Myriad of roos & wallabies scarper off and thump.

WHS officers, educators and vets arrive as guests
For safety training or to do cattle pregnancy tests.
Health & welfare of the herd are carefully monitored
Before road train decks get loaded and transferred.

Every ten days a beast is selected to be killed,
Skinned & butchered for the freezer to be filled.
A plethora of beef recipes appear daily on the menu
From ribs, roasts, steaks, mince, sausages and stew.

Regularly the ‘BOOM’ of a stun gun is heard
By fruiting mango trees, pesky birds to deter.
The billabong is home to hundreds of whistling ducks
Which form clouds in the sky with the arrival of trucks.Read more