My Working Life
It started many years ago when I left school for keeps,
Glad to leave that wretched place, it was giving me the creeps,
I was thirteen & a half years old & hated school with a zest,
Ready now to face my working life & give it my very best.
My first job was in a shearing shed, a job where I was able
To pick up wool when it was shorn & throw it on the table,
To keep pens full for the shearer’s & sweep clean the floor,
To bale the wool, draft the sheep & odd jobs by the score.
That was my first paying job though I had worked at home for free
But money was very short back then & home payment not to be,
I started driving the eight- horse team & soon acquired the knack,
To plough & harrow & sow the seed & learn to build a stack.
Before my fourteenth birthday I went picking grapes up north,
At Redcliffs & at Carwarp & where I dodged the boss’s wrath,
After the drought in 45, I worked for many months on end
Cleaning drift-sand out of channels, but it paid a good dividend.
Then in 44 in a raging drought we went to Mortlake for a year,
Took most of our furniture and quite a lot of other gear,
I got a job in the blacksmith shop & learned how to shoe a horse,
To make the shoes & tack them on & do my best of course.
At the age of eighteen I thought it time to plan life’s path
Little did I realize then the outcome, as I look back in aftermath?
I decided to become an Auctioneer, so to Newmarket yards I went
Full of hope & enthusiasm to face this life changing event.
For two & a half years I penned up cattle, sheep and lambs,
Worked hard at special sheep-sales where we handled lots of rams
But when that time expired I looked for something new,
I was sick of a lot of night work & a share job came into view.
I started on a share-farm out at Epping & milked a lot of cows,
Swept the shed, fed the calves along with several sows,
This enabled me to save some money so I leased a dairy farm,
The wife & I were partners, she possessed much more than charm.
Ten years soon slipped away, we sold out & bought a shop,
A milk bar in Ivanhoe, the dairy farm we gave the chop,
It was just six months later that we flew our flag unfurled,
For we sold out with profit great & took a trip around the world.
All good things come to an end & I had to don the working collar,
Thirty years of driving trucks began, in my quest to earn a dollar,
I turned our farm into a Tourist Park in my fight to keep ahead,
We grew a maze, put in a lake & an animal nursery shed.
We’ve had ups & downs along the way but we’ve finished up on top,
I worked hard through my working days but finally came the stop,
I now look back on a happy life & wonder where the time has flown
But I accept each day, one at a time, and thank God I’m not alone.