Acacia Hills, Northern Territory

In Acacia Hills, so far away, Where the acacia shrubs do sway, A rural land with open space, A peaceful haven, a quiet place. Mango trees, oh so grand, Their fruits are cherished, oh so grand, Farmers toil with love and care, Harvesting sweetness, beyond compare. Stuart Highway, a road so wide, Connecting towns, side by side, Adelaide-Darwin rail corridor too, Bringing people, old and new. But in '99, a fateful day, Acacia Hills was in disarray, A shootout shook the peaceful land, A bushman's act, hard to understand. And in 2021, a tale untold, Used tyres found, a story bold, The Environmental Authority said, Remove them all, they must be led. Acacia Hills, a place of lore, With stories old and stories more, A land of beauty, nature's grace, Where children play and dreams embrace. Random page: MECo