A PLACE CALLED KAKADU . . .

A mixed feeling of expectations one could feel is in the air

after arduous journey along dusty, potholed road, nearly there

the end result of meticulous planning over a year or two

feeling magical Spirit, forged by history,of a place called Kakdu

Lowlands so ancient, witness to life forming, maybe here it began

the appearance of humans, in large numbers, Aboriginal Man

tiny rivulets cascading of escarpment, forming wetlands and more

weaving thru Eucalypt forests, creeks, mangroves, to sandy seashore

Kakadu's history recorded in yellow, red ochre, ingrained on rock

white man, of it's significance only now, too late, taking stock

wetlands, haven for birds, Jabiru, Brolga, File snake, Magpie Geese

domestic pigs, water buffalo, cane toad, camel, feral all of these

Camping near beautiful creek, waterhole for swimming, very clear

rugged cliffs, colourful slabs of rocks in water, magic to be here

feeding grounds of many conspicuously beautiful water birds

their morning chorus, like nothing else you've anywhere heard

Plenty of Wallabies, dwarf-like possums, black furred Kangaroo

grasshoppers, termites, scrub-fowl, nests they built, amazing too

on far horizon, small black thundery clouds starting to appear

getting more intense, indications of the Wet Season nearly being here

Violent squalls sweeping through trees, followed by torrential rain

the Wet Season, in no uncertain manner, has arrived once again

flooding drought stricken landscape, great miracles being wrought

lifecycles, dormant, resuming again, no one would have ever thought