Dust And Boney Dry Poem by keith brown

How the old guy died?
Well, we'll never really know.
The drought had hit him hard and his reserves where pretty low.
They found him in a paddock, just dust and boney dry.
He could have been there forever if a friend hadn't happened by

He was laying there with one foot on the lower fencing wire.
There was little evidence that he'd tried to climb much higher
Maybe, he just stood there for a moment in repose, and
really what happened next, we'll no one really knows!

His gun lay beside him, the one he'd used to cull the sheep.
The animals all fly blow with nothing left too eat.
He'd made the hardest choices before he passed away, but
how the old man died, no one knows until this day.

Some talk of accidental death, some talk of suicide, but
no one really knows the way the old man died.
The drought I think had taken toll, had surely played a part
I think the old man died, of a drought dry broken heart.