Our Australian Gold Rush Poems
Here I am searching gold Everyone wants it Nothing shines On these dusty dusty goldfields Days are long and hot Nights are cold I am still searching for gold On these dusty dusty goldfields Lots of migrants I don’t understand They are very different On these dusty dusty goldfields Found gold but got robbed Bushrangers all around I’m so angry On these dusty dusty goldfields Got no gold I am heading home Disappointed From these dusty dusty goldfields By Mahley
Hot, dusty, dry conditions The joy when gold was found Bushrangers stealing Sores not healing The days were long With nothing to drink Life was hard With nothing to eat Disappointments of hard work with little rewards Wheelbarrows full of helpful possessions Not understanding other peoples language Days have gone by Getting more tired than usual The sounds of screaming Hearts not beating Fighting for freedom Collapsing in despair It’s the end for me And my mining By Alisha
Harsh conditions Hot smeltering sun Dry dusty days The goldfields Drunken men every where Bushrangers lurking in the shadows Hearing voices in the air People screaming it’s not fair The joy when gold is found The despair when nothings there Diseases spreading every where Killing people here and there
By Blade
My Poem Hunting for food, Searching for water Looking after my 5 year old daughter. After a year I got a big tear, Then I drunk a cup of beer. In the morning I heard a warning, Because the weather was a Storming. From a distance I saw a Glow, Then I heard the strong wind blow. Two years later I found the Mother lode. So I went back home on the Road. I was walking for an hour, When I heard my friends say Danger! Then I looked up ahead and there stood a bushranger! We walked around but we were bound to be found. We hid on the ground and didn’t make a Sound. And the bushranger went away.
By Breanna
I was on my way. To the goldfields. It was a long. Dusty road. I was running. Low on food. I thought I. May die. I looked around. Gold there gold here. There’s gold every where. My wait is over. For I have found. The big stake. Then I woke. Up to find. That it was. Only a dream.
By Chloe B
I pick up my shovel I dig a hole And what do you know A nugget of gold I say to myself How lucky am I I’m going home now Just hope the policeman Don’t steal my gold I’m on the road feeling Sad, cold, lonely and old But when I get home I have nothing to hold Because the policeman Had stolen my gold.
From Chloe.S
Gold, gold, gold how beautiful you are. It starts to rain I’m getting really muddy when the police showed up Where is your licence? Then the police go I wish I could stop but only on Sundays I’m getting really tired my back is aching Eureka I found you in my dreams.
BY DANIEL
THE GOLD FIELDS The long dusty roads to the gold fields Weren’t paved with gold You were lucky to find it It was a hard miserable life And you had to have hope Just to survive As the miners fell into a deep sleep The entertainers came Some drunken miners crowded around Fights, arguments all night By Ethan
Gold Searching, looking, dreaming Hoping to find the mother load The same terrible hot days Wake up everyday tired, dirty Angry ‘cause I can’t find it Can’t sleep Constant yelling, screaming Starvation is near Maybe someday soon I’ll find it Always every day Searching, looking, dreaming By Isaac
Gold gold glorious gold How bright and hard and cold The gold in the ground that has been there for years I am so poor my cuts are that sore I am so tired all I won’t to do is sleep But I have to look for gold I’ve lost my shovel including my pick I need to rest but there is no time So please god help me pay my fine So I guess I’ll be going home without any gold So here I am laying in my dusty tent thinking about being a rich man Hear I am digging for gold EUREKA I scream my dream has come true. I can pack up my kit and go home. By Jacinda
My Gold Poem Gold, gold, gold Hot and dusty carts are rusty When I wake up all I eat Is crusty old wheat So I gave myself a treat But it wasn’t very neat Because it was kangaroo meat So I ran out to my tent Grabbed my pick, shovel and pan And dug a hole I tried to find gold but it wasn’t near EUREKA!!! EUREKA!!! I said not very clear I found the mother load My dear A bushranger heard me Robbed me then shot me Goodbye my love it’s the end for Me and my gold digging. By Jacinta
My Amazing Gold Poem Why Why Why Haven’t I found? gold. I might Be getting to old The conditions Hot dusty and dry but Am not going to say Goodbye EUREKA, EUREKA I think I found gold But most of it was mould. By Jaimee
It was along weary, lonely dirt track. Barely any food or water. The flies were sticky by the hundreds. My body screamed in agony. But I still had to find the mother lode. There was mud up to my knees. It was disgusting. The Creek was dirty. Every time I went to have a bath. I came out dirtier than what I was. I just wanted to give up. Every time I put my pick into the ground. I thought I found the mother lode. But it never happened. I spent one year. To try and find the mother lode. The police were filthy crooks. I forgot what nice food tasted like. All I craved for was nice food, fruit and water. The Chinese were scavengers. And dressed weird. I drifted home with nothing to show. I had to sell all my tools. So I could get home. My family was sad and happy, at the same time. I came home with less money then what I started with. By James
Starvation, hunger And the sound of thunder As people marched To the goldfields, This is what they saw People in tents With sly-grog Fights happening that Turned to war Babble of languages From all around the world Little rewards when found That gold was on the ground Pack up everything Say goodbye Start walking back When it’s the 4th of July
By Kayla
Walking on a hot dusty road Pushing my cart with my pick axe and shovel The sticky flies buzzing around my face Finally I get to the goldfields Mud up to my Knees Thousands of people Have not had a meal for five days Finally I get my claim Eureka, I found you I’m worried I don’t want my gold to be taken Walking on a hot dusty road By Reed
My Gold Poem I was packing all my gear With a sad tear So I left my home All alone I got to the fields On top of the mountain. It was always hot and dusty But everything I had was rusty. I picked up my shovel And dug a big hole And what did you know A big chunk of gold. I screamed out EUREKA With a big cheer Now I’m running away With my gold to my home. When I got home I had a nice roast dinner But I was glad To be home with my family And my GOLD.
By Sharniď Š
Pushing my cart on the long dusty road. Felt so tired and weak. Been walking for days. The distance was blurred from the heat. The sound of sticky flies buzzing around was all I could hear. Finally I made it. I could see people running around panning and digging. The constant sound of screaming and babbling. People fighting over claims. I started to think, should I have come? I felt so scared and worried. I didn’t know what would happen next. . .
By Tane
My Gold Poem I opened my eyes The heat was intense The sounds were strange As I lay in my tent I needed to start Looking for gold But then my bone cracked I think I’m getting old As I got up I hoped today was the day That I would find gold So I could have some pay Me and many men Down the muddy creek I panned, panned and panned I feel so weak Weeks past by Only found fool’s gold I looked at my shoes They were full of mould Went back to my tent All soggy and wet Set up my bed Dreamed of going home
To my shed By Taylah