
Stretching into the distance,
Black desolate tarmac
Dust devils dancing
As the kookaburra laugh
Breaks the dry silence
He has travelled many a road,
Salt bush and emus
Life’s companions here
Heat suffocating as
Blow flies sing a serenade.
At times he detests these roads,
Unbroken reminders of what is left behind,
What once had been.
But there is solace to found,
In the infinity of the outback.
Wiping his brow he strides on,
Eyes fixed on horizon’s fireball.
Time to roll out his swag,
Time to settle for the evening
And sleep beneath stars shining for an eternity.
© NopeNotPam
That’s beautifully written for that magnificent image.
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We saw many swagmen on our trip around Australia.
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Beautifully written Deb! It just pulls the reader in.
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Thanks Sadje
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You’re welcome
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Awesome piece! I agree with Sadje that it pulls the reader in.
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Thanks Eugi, I loved the photo 😁
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You’re welcome! ❤️
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I really feel myself traveling up that road
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Thanks Hetty 🙂
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