Along The Road To Paraburdoo
Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 5:56 pm
Hi Maureen,
Just had time for this little one, (it's a bit rushed.)
You will notice I have fudged in the first line and used an extra syllable to try and fit in ‘Paraburdoo’. - Terry
Along the road to Paraburdoo
The red dust swirls as I roar through, along the road to Paraburdoo,
and coats the leaves of nearby trees an ugly shade of reddish brown.
I reach The hard-top with relief from corrugations and their grief
and settle back in comfort now, along the bitumen to town.
The Hardy River is nearby, a twisting channel that’s bone dry
and strangers may not understand, how quickly things can change out here.
Just months ago this was in flood; its raging waters stained with mud,
and for awhile there were big pools, but soon the waters disappear.
Corellas white though some look brown now take to wing then settle down,
disturbed by eagles flying high who glide serenely overhead.
A half starved cow still chews a tree ignoring all including me,
it looks as though it needs to feed or join the legions of the dead.
Now soon the town will be in view but first steep hills must be passed through,
their craggy summits look so bleak above a gorge where night winds shriek.
A brooding mountain overlooks where man has carved a peaceful nook;
hacked out of unforgiving land - there lies the town below its peak.
******
© T.E. Piggott 29/5/2011
Just had time for this little one, (it's a bit rushed.)
You will notice I have fudged in the first line and used an extra syllable to try and fit in ‘Paraburdoo’. - Terry
Along the road to Paraburdoo
The red dust swirls as I roar through, along the road to Paraburdoo,
and coats the leaves of nearby trees an ugly shade of reddish brown.
I reach The hard-top with relief from corrugations and their grief
and settle back in comfort now, along the bitumen to town.
The Hardy River is nearby, a twisting channel that’s bone dry
and strangers may not understand, how quickly things can change out here.
Just months ago this was in flood; its raging waters stained with mud,
and for awhile there were big pools, but soon the waters disappear.
Corellas white though some look brown now take to wing then settle down,
disturbed by eagles flying high who glide serenely overhead.
A half starved cow still chews a tree ignoring all including me,
it looks as though it needs to feed or join the legions of the dead.
Now soon the town will be in view but first steep hills must be passed through,
their craggy summits look so bleak above a gorge where night winds shriek.
A brooding mountain overlooks where man has carved a peaceful nook;
hacked out of unforgiving land - there lies the town below its peak.
******
© T.E. Piggott 29/5/2011
