Two Hundred Strong

Started with a whisper in the wheatfield wind, A tractor, a dream, and a crew locked in. From Dusty’s paddock to the Beakstream wide, We built a community with syndicates and pride.
SpudGood Soup stirred the pot with care, B C H brought vision, Clown Acres brought flair. Endless Ventures and Matty strummed chords that the gumtrees knew, And Bilderburg dropped beats that the soil sang through.
Two hundred strong, we rise, we roam, Crop Fathers united, this land is home. From the roots to the sky, we sow, we sing, Community’s the crop, and love’s the spring.
Raise your hats, raise your hearts, We’re more than a crew—we’re living art. Two hundred voices, one Community song, T C F forever, proud and strong.
Walker Ranch codes the lore in the morning mist, LadyFurnz paints stories with a poet’s twist. H S V Agricultures roars through the harvest haze, Steelio and Blessed Dad blaze new ways.
Electric Shark Crossing chants wisdom from the ancient stream, Raven Rose Woods tends the quiet dream. Perfect Trumpet calls the dawn with grace, And every new member finds their place.
Dusty: “We started with a handful of hope and a patch of land. Now we’ve got 200 legends, each one grand. This ain’t just farming—it’s fusion. This ain’t just a Community & Syndicate—it’s family.”
Two hundred strong, we rise, we roam, Crop Fathers united, this land is home. From the roots to the sky, we sow, we sing, Community’s the crop, and love’s the spring.
Raise your hats, raise your Ladders, We’re more than a crew—we’re living art. Two hundred voices, one Community song, T C F forever, proud and strong.