I met this man some years ago a great larrikan

Tears upon tears what a yarn

Absolutely awesome, not just the words, the story, but even more the thought behind it. Hat's off and respect!!

83 was a bastard of a year

❤

Would it be possible for you guys to edit the subtitles to make them more accurate? For the Americans I know who don't speak Aussie fluently? 😁

Fantastic so true

Powerful

Great

Couldn't help but shed a tear to this 😢

Hope someone brings a lawsuit against Dow!

WOW......Absolutely the greatest storyteller I've ever heard.

Who the hell was responsible for the subtitles??

I heard about this poem on ABC radio this morning. Nice work Muzz from Fuzz.

Nailed it mate now let's get to it hay

Murray, Thanks for accepting and being one of us ... a true blue Aussie bushie and that silver lining's out there bloody somewhere....

You just look evil

And this person i hate the most! Their product completely destroyed our garden from the hay they sprayed to the manure we used. Terrible despicable people. Hundreds of plants destroyed! Soil contaminated for possibly multiple years. Spray that product in your mouth see how that goes

Finally those idiots at Dow Chemical have found a way to ruin cow shit!

Brilliant poem, brilliant performance

Thanks Murray, it's guy's like you that make it worth enduring the darkness & pain. WA's golden tongue. Billy tea by the remnant of last night's fire, ant's in the sugar, it's dire. Red sun rising in eastern skies, first buzzing of loving flies. Tea cup and spoon softly clinging, bird life, is joyously singing, a sweeter sound, than distant bell's ringing. Shadow's grow over the slope, fixing my chain, it needs new rope. Pick over shoulder, start gridding the flat, cork's freely dangling, from bushy's hat. Faith-full old Minelab is humming along, singing & moaning a favorite song. Life is so precious, the bush feel's so free, still swirling a mouthful of ant riddled tea. Canopy of gum's up the creek, shall wonder down for a peek. Ear's so fine tuned, to my machine, sun bounces back on pisolite sheen. Gentle disturbance, sent to headphones from coil, a secret hidden, in the red soil? Pick of the shoulder, hacking the ground, deeper I dig, the finer the sound. Confidence building higher and higher, hoping to find, what I admire. Dig, dig, dig, sweat droplet's on brow, heart racing faster, each strike of the plow. Suddenly, it's unearthed at once, old timer's belt buckle you dunce!

A lump in my trouth , I felt his pain, and felt his Joy and Relif . Tomorrow is another day. A day of hope. Don't give up on hope.

Fantastic!

holy god, that is gutting, terrifying and beautiful

A masterwork Muz - that's six times I've watched it now. Thank you!

Only Murray Hartin could create and deliver that. Terrific....

Beautiful but heart reanchin

Absolutely awesome! Sad but brilliant. Bravo!

Go you good thing