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 Sharni

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