Rubber to red sand whilst the sun’s just awake,
Summertime memories for children ’tis time to make,
Thousands of kilometres of bitumen lies further ahead,
Lacking phone reception creates an element to dread…
Yet once the wildlife adjourns to sleep for the day,
Only holes in the road and whining stands in your way,
For going anywhere from the outback ’tis an endurance task,
Despite the fun road trip element it is not something for the faint hearts.
Wheel turn by wheel turn passing only one or two others,
One may soon realise six hours have gone by in a blur,
You start questioning your sanity in deciding to undertake such a trip,
Though the reasons in their excited smiles give you a conclusion to concur…
Destination after destination filled with family/friends and fun,
A giant cow, extremely oversized fruit, and a golden guitar,
Winding by rivers along backroad’s albeit by accident,
Can make a bush to beach and back road trip more interesting by far!
Though there’s always an element of when wheels return to bull dust,
That makes coming home such a bittersweet delight,
Reducing future adventures plans to the back of one’s mind to lust,
As storm’s roll through rinsing them away from one’s conscious plans sight.
The Poetic Life 2.0 