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.