nowhere, but in Australia, is there an inland sea
with waterbirds foraging on foreshore, some migratory
pelicans, white ibis, ducks overhead in flying formation
the moon, a day past full, soon will be only illumination
shadows lengthening, sky is changing by the setting sun
twilight doesn't linger, air is still, the magic has just begun
soon light of new day, sun blazing orb in cloudless sky
there'll be no rain for a landscape so parched and dry
stunted desert trees, red dust, hot, it is utter desolation
no place to linger long, but, if you must, heed your preparation
simmering heat, mirages, tantalising oasis, cool waterfall
bleached bones of animals, looking grotesque in life's final call
yet, in all it's harshness, mystique, even in the distant past
it never has been any different, beautiful, haunting, unsurpassed
the decades rolled by, on and on, so did the seasons in turn
even some of our early explorers, this a place they' spurn
isolated, relentless heat, wet season, total different story
deserts come alive, riot of flowers, new life, what glory
if you ever travel this far, of beaten track in this country
it's there to see, experience it on Birdsville Track, near Marree
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