The Aussie Icon

a poem by Rick Van Weenen

Out back among the millions, does stand an Aussie proud
Amongst the many families, of rich and common crowd
An icon with a story and far renowned repute
A simple thing with history, which many think is bute.

Been through the generations, it’s been there all the way
Swung some hefty loads around, as still they do today
Been used as play ground for the kids, a climber for a rose
A thing of many uses, which God of only knows.

A basic Aussie structure, as is the BBQ
The one thing seen in every yard, except for just a few
Been used as pole to pee on, a tent when it was hot
Amazing all the uses that simple tool has got.

It is the Hills I speak of, the hoist which all do know
Say Hills hoist when in public and smiles will quickly show
Cos it’s been there forever, when mums and dads were young
A miracle in motion, as round and round it swung.

And though there’s imitations, the Hills is still the best
Through the years and years of work, they always passed the test
This country seems to love them, for Aussie true they are
As our Southern Cross above, this icon is a star.