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Visions of the outback
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Visions of the outback |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria 
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I see the vast outback in a vision grand, A place that few quite understand, While fewer still are able to relate, On a landscape wide beneath blazing skies, An unknown grave where Leichhardt lies, One who died alone of an unknown fate. Where lack of water can drive one insane, As you cross the vast expanse of an endless plain, Where the heat-haze shimmers on horizons far, Then across the path of Burke and Wills, That they traversed through those granite hills And pray to God that you’ll find your guiding star. The soft midnight glow of a tranquil moon, As it casts it’s spell on a lone lagoon, While in the distance a dingo’s howl is heard, A sudden splash at the water’s edge, As something feeds on the soft green sedge, Followed by the cry of an unseen nocturnal bird. You can hear the plaintive cry of swans in flight As the pass overhead on a moonlit night, Winging their way towards marshes unforeseen. And the haunting cry of the stone curlew Whose eerie call is matched by few, One whose presence is so very seldom seen. A trip outback will be enhanced, If good luck smiles and you see the brolgas dance, For their ballet is indeed a wondrous sight, To hear the ceaseless caw of the carrion crows, While through the trees a ghost wind blows And perhaps by chance you see the min-min light. The great rock form of an inland range, Reflect the shapes of things quite strange, Where the soil is often gripped by dreadful drought, Where good seasons are quite few between And despair and dust are too often seen, A harsh certitude that all can do without. The outback spawns a strange romance, Where the lightning’s flash is a devil’s dance, Followed by the violent downpour of a storm, And then before another week is past, A show of brilliant flowers on a vista vast, Where nature’s magic will once again perform. It’s a timeless land in the great outback, Whether following a dingo’s path or a camel’s track, Where you shed the pressure of life’s frenetic pace, It’s where you’re free from all the smoke & fumes That nearly all those city folk consumes, And from your mind the stress of life erase. Its where you’ll meet the true sons of earth, Where a firm handgrip reflects a man’s true worth, Folks who are ever ready to lend a helping hand, A stranger’s friendly face around a log campfire To help ease the stress when things seem dire And the true meaning of the outback, understand. |
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MoonShadow Senior Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 943Dark side of the Moon. |
Lindsay... wonderful imagery. Welcome to the Blue Pages. MoonShadow . |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Well Lindsay, I've heard this one a few times and today reading, again was much enjoyed, keep them coming and have a terrific day mate. Rick |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Thanks Rick You did a good job LindsayP |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Moon Shadow your commets are appreciated and thanks for the welcome LindsayP |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
I have said it before but you do an excellent job of describing the outback. |
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