If you feel an inkling
Or an urge to get outside
I tell you there's no better place
Than the West Aussie countryside.
It's big and free and open
The scent of pepper fills the air
Cos the gums they dot the landscapes
Of coast and desert, here to there.
There's ranges too, and forests
White dunes drift like dulcet verse
Red clifftops kiss green oceans
And wide rivers quench an age old thirst.
You'll see flowers sit like butterflies
Atop their spindly stems
They thrive here in the millions
Brightly coloured little gems.
Salt lakes, bejewelled and sparkling
Reach so far they touch the skies
The big blue spanning vistas
Where the wedge-tailed eagle flies.
And if you're lucky and you're quiet
You'll hear whispers on the wind
Of the oldest living cultures
The world has ever seen.
From the Noongar folks of the south west
To the saltwater people in the north
Least sixty-six old countries here
Before whitey muscled forth.
Boundless knowledge softly spoken
Ancient landscapes wisely sung
The flowers are not the only things
That flourished in the southern sun.
Little here is obvious
It takes a moment to adjust
But when your lens is focused in
You'll never quell your wanderlust.
And all of this is offered up
Down a red and dusty track
You can't get lost in paradise
You needn't take your ragged maps.
So when wild fancy's tickled
At the corners of your mind
Step out onto the wheaten plains
And wander 'cross this land of mine.
Opmerkingen