A LAND OF FAR HORIZONS . . .

It's a world, young in earth time, in throes of creation still
full off fierce beauty, adventure, your senses it will thrill
battered by drought, drenched by rain, searing hot sun
cooled by ocean breezes, savage and yet serene in turn

To early explorers, not finding water, was greatest enemy
endless empty horizons, a very occasional stunted tree
lots of courage, tenacity, to explore this unforgiving land
for days alone, maybe encountering hostile Aboriginal band

Land of sometimes persistent hot sun, haunting, yet beautifull
after rain carpets of wild flowers, rain filled rock pool
glistening like black glass, meteriotic debris, in setting sun
different scenery slowly emerging, another night has begun

Millions of stars, full moon, lighting up this treeless plain
very few wild animals, wild dingo howls, distant sound of train
roar of faraway pounding sea, strange sounds of the night
most beautifull sunrises, animals of the night take flight

Along the coastline the early morning sun illuminates sea mist
thrown up by waves of pounding sea,upon these majestic cliffs
some rock falls, more poised to fall, a scar striped cliff face
labyrinth of underground caves, surface cracks, dangerous place

Inland, ruins of homesteads, graves of those trying to tame this land
nature, in it's wisdom, slowly covering them with shifting sand
those of us having been there, want to return, again and again
to experience it all again, the grandeur of the Nullarbor Plain