Aussie Outback.
Rough and rugged winding coastline, between the oceans and the sea,
lost and lonely is the Outback, lacking sustenance to share.
Arid Plains and Ancient Mountains, in a land remote and free,
our Australian Island Continent has an Outback sparse and bare.
Duned and stoney in the centre, fine grained sands and stones so red,
stained with ochre, sifted softly through the Dreamtime endlessly.
River channels, seldom water. Dry salt lake beds. Wildlifes dread.
Monoliths and quartzite outcrops being sculpted, ceaselessly.
Spinifex. Pincushion patches. Tombstones, worn from sandy shale. Giant wheel ruts of the Ages. Meandering waterless dry bed streams
Bleached dry bones in natures grave site. Moon at night provides the pale.
Old and ancient. Myths and Legends. Born in mist. Retained in Dreams.
The Red Centre. Australia’s Heartland.
Forlorn face in need of Rest.
Enjoy her beauty with her splendour
Our Island Continent.
The very Best.
(c). Rimeriter. 11/2/00.
Translated from WriteNow 26/4/07.
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