The bullying wind whips at her furrowed face Women’s skirts swirl in the red mallee dust His body is lowered in a black shiny case Her heavy arms remember the last of his lust Women’s skirts swirl in the red mallee dust The children’s feet move at a quiet slow pace Her heavy arms remember the last of his lust A family walk over the ground he once chased The children’s feet move at a quiet slow pace Recalling the fear of his wide belt when he cursed A family walk over the ground they once raced Now how to…