The Journey Aint Boring! An Australian Outback Driving Lyric

The Journey Aint Boring!

An Australian Outback Driving Lyric


     

The journey is BOring, the landscape SO bleak!

Our map reveals rivers. It’s water we seek..

.. please ! relief from the heat! Damn another dry creek 🙁

    

The road is a hue prism...red, white then brown.

Creates conversation as distance goes down.

Not much else to look at, we long for a town.

Ah … red-desert Roadhouse, you are sweet relief!

Some contact with humans, albeit so brief.

A burger to go (because hunger is chief) ..

   

.. we stop to enjoy it beneath the blue skies.

At once we are joined by a zillion flies,

increasing in number as seconds tick by. 

The trees appear blackened.

The landscape is charred.

The straight roads are endless; the distances far.

We’re ever so small in our tiny white car.

Horizon-eyes wide, at a dust cloud we peer;

mirage-like, it’s shimmering presence draws near.

Then life (!) as a truck from it’s dust-heart appears.

To minimize stone chips, we mutually slow,

and flick the "one-fingered salute" as we go.

A greeting?

A thankyou?

I’ll never quite know.

The dust cloud hangs briefly like mist in those trees.

Not mist! The gauge shows thirty seven degrees.

The cloud disappears with a tenuous breeze.

A spoon-drain hosts flowers, a colourful cape.

A yonder rock-dome casts a jut on the ‘scape.

A breakaway off to the left creates shape.

A bird swoops in sideways, it’s moving at pace.

My window’s down!

Aargh”

It just misses my face! 

 

Near’ bird f*ing plumage all over the place!

   

A curve in the road, and three Emus stand still.

We dive for the camera; take photos until

  the standoff is over! One loses its will,

   

and runs off the road, with it’s feathers a flap,

but not before doing a jolly good crap!

We snigger 🙂

There’s nothing quite like a good snap!

A Bungarra lizard ahead in the glare;

moves slowly and seems not to entertain care

of danger afoot with it’s road-crossing dare.

Stock grids roll underneath once in while.

Occasional sheep move in singular file.

Each Station asunder by hundreds of miles.

 


 

I feel rather humble and certainly meek.

This country is full of the peace that I seek

I do stand corrected.

NOT boring.

NOT bleak.

Leave A Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *