They came aboard “The Dragon” in 1826,
Escorted by a naval ship “The Fly”.
Soldiers, convicts, settlers, sheep,
pigs and supplies,
Sailed out of Sydney Harbour
and into stormy skies.

Their goal was two-fold: stop the French,
Then settle Hovells land.
But disappointment faced this fleet,
When moored off “Red Points” sand.

The tides left mud, the soil held swamp,
Sweat, toil and death prevailed.
Clay pits were dug, shells burned for lime;
These pioneers wouldn’t fail.

Roos were abundant, so were snakes,
Wells often would run dry.
Abandonment in two years,
Came the official cry.

Ten years did pass till squatters came
And slowly reaped the land.
Small towns sprung up along the coast
But nothing really grand.

Time has removed all traces
Of that early settlement,
And in its place a sleepy town,
Where all there seem content.

There’s beauty in those black mud flats,
And birds adorn the swamp.
I thank those early settlers
Peace, here, is all I want.

Delia Jones, Tenby Point