Ruin In The Flinders

by Marie Vonow (follow)

Old building on the plain stands alone
Empty shell of mellow, weathered stone,
Holding memories of past days,
Horse drawn ploughs, wagons, carts and drays.

Stone ruin reminds of a bygone day
A time in history far away,
When wheat and sheep ruled this land
The scale of farming dreams was grand.

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