Sixteen hundred miles is a long way home
But three young girls from Jigalong once journeyed it alone
With no maps to guide them across the rough terrain
On the run from white fellas to make it home again

Amidst the harsh conditions the dry and dusty heat
Along the fence they found their strength despite their bloodied feet,
'Twas man's battle with nature this landmark in its time
As on this path the fence became their hope and one lifeline.

A long and painful journey but never losing sight
Of their destination amidst this heartfelt plight,
Stolen from their families then imprisoned far away
The young girls clutched the wire fence as they made their escape.

Shrouded in our history that 1600 mile fence
Tells the tale of these three girls in every circumstance -
Molly, Daisy, Gracie - though half-castes they were known
Defied the odds, followed the fence and soon found their way home.

© Christina
November 2006