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 stony in the centre, fine grained sands and stones so red, 
stained with ochre, sifted softly through the

Dreamtime endlessly.

River channels, seldom water. Drying salt lake .

Wildlife’s 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.

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© Rimeriter. 2000.

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