What Makes Us Kelpers, by Robin Goodwin Subscribe to rss feed for Robin Goodwin

The most friendliest of people that you’ll ever meet
That’s lived on this land two hundred years or more.
Kelpers they call them, of British descent 
Are the kind of people that live on this shore.

The first ones to come here and settle this land
Came from England Scotland and Wales.
If you’re lucky to talk to the eldest among them
You’ll be amazed at their wonderful tales.

They built their first houses from driftwood and stone
With limited tools they built them so neat.
Then a bit later on they discovered black diamonds
Which they cut from the ground and used it for peat.

In those pioneering days, these Islands were covered
With a tall tussac grass that fed the cattle and sheep.
These animals, along with the pigs, hens and ducks
Were brought here by settlers as the food they would eat.

They planted small gardens for vegetable supplies
And built mile upon mile of six wire stock fences.
The wool from the sheep was sent back to Great Britain
Which was sold for hard cash to pay their expenses.

Kelpers work hard and will seldom complain
About conditions of work and places they lived in.
The fresh cooking all baked by the wives on the farms
Is so masterfully done in an old peat fired oven.

Modern day tourists now flock to these shores
In their thousands from far distant places.
Not just to see the magnificent wild life
But Kelpers with big smiles on their faces.

The Kelpers are envied all over the world
Because they have got what most people dream.
The lifestyle and the beauty the tranquillity too
And most importantly they are a close knitted team.

Most of them now live in the capitol Stanley
While many small Farm owners live out in the camp.
But wherever they live the spirits the same
They will welcome you in when you’re wet cold and damp.

They’ll show you they’re lifestyle the gift that they
have
How they all make a living from this windswept land.
There a real friendly people in a quiet remote place
You know that your welcome as they offer their hand.

To all of the visitors who come to these shores
To try and find out what the Islanders mean.
When Islanders say you really have to come here and live it
That’s when you know you are living the old Kelpers
dream.
Posted: 2010-07-16 02:33:16 UTC

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