By Caddie Brain
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
If you drive along the Stuart Highway at the moment,
it's just one long line of white caravans headed in both directions.
With the cooler months upon us, the grey nomads are
out in force.
There's queues at the petrol bowsers, and the caravan
parks are full.
It inspired our resident bush poet here at the
Northern Territory Country Hour Jim Spain, to pen a few words -
Ramblin' the road that leads to everywhere is mighty
good for your soul.
Do not select a particular place, have anywhere as
your goal –
Road to Everywhere.
There s a road
that leads to everywhere across rolling hills and plains,
by red dirt it is
painted,
even down flat culvert drains.
It stretches to
high mountains where wide winged eagles soar,
it plunges down to valleys and
where mighty rivers roar
then meanders to far oceans with a whitened crystal
shore.
Rolling hills
dressed in their greenery are solace to your eye,
as a portrait with a
backdrop, a softly tinted sky.
Saltbush plains
are finely dotted with pincushion mimosa clumps,
while corrugated, winding
mountain tracks or gravelled trails with stumps,
cause an exhilaration in a
pounding heart which thumps.
Torrential rains
rush to the South to make all rivers run -
with sparkling, glistening water
which dances in the sun.
So take the Road to
Everywhere, to connect with every other one.
©. Rimeriter circa 2000.
