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 youíll find your guiding star.
The soft midnight glow of a tranquil moon,
As it casts itís spell on a lone lagoon,
While in the distance a dingoís howl is heard,
A sudden splash at the waterís 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 lightningís flash is a devilís 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 natureís magic will once again perform.
Itís a timeless land in the great outback,
Whether following a dingoís path or a camelís track,
Where you shed the pressure of lifeís frenetic pace,
Itís where youíre free from all the smoke & fumes
That nearly all those city folk consumes,
And from your mind the stress of life erase.
Its where youíll meet the true sons of earth,
Where a firm handgrip reflects a manís true worth,
Folks who are ever ready to lend a helping hand,
A strangerís friendly face around a log campfire
To help ease the stress when things seem dire
And the true meaning of the outback, understand.