One hundred and twenty five ks to Pony Club

"Noorinbee!
She came from Noorinbee?
Don't they have Pony Club at Cann?"

"Apparently not."

"What a shame,
They had a really good gymkhana.
One hundred and twenty five k,
To come to Pony Club."

Our rural communities are dying,
Despite 'our' love for them.
Timber industry gone.
"Don't worry,
So many opportunities for Eco-tourism."
Yeh right.

Plantation companies buying up the land
Obscure our views with
Horrible horrible pine.
Empty farms.
No farm families.
Derelict houses.
"They'll bring more work."
Yeh right
Go bust.
Owe money everywhere.

We have to cut public service jobs.
No more public land managers.
One ranger to do the work of five.
No foresters, (no timber industry remember.)

Amalgamate the Shires
Worsening roads.
"Did you know it took a week before they removed that tree?
I had an extra forty k to get to work."
"Well no other bastard would cut it off,
Because they don't pay their bills,
Those contractors."

Less families.
Less kids.
Less schools.
Less teachers.
Less shops.

No Doctor!
Hospital becomes a nursing home.
"That's ok, take your sick child to Cooma,
Or Orbost."
So many choices!

Yes, she drove one hundred and twenty five k to come to Pony Club.
One way!