Our Land

Sitting alone on this stretch of white sand. Thinking about, the wonders of this great land. Briefly interrupted, from this gentle sea breeze. Some humorous lorikeets, somewhere in the trees.

I love so much this land I call home. Any where in her vastness is where I like to roam. Mountain ranges with cattle tracks and passes. Rain forests, plains, deserts, and salt water marshes.

To head far north, where its summer all year round. Or travel further south, where its cold and snow abound.
From the east, then to the west, where you wont see snow.
And into the desert center, where the willy-willys
blow.

I might stay here awhile, do some work and lend a hand. So I start to unload gear, from my humble little van. Ill pitch my tent, set up camp in this shaded park. Must trek over to pay the ranger, before it gets dark.

I will sleep well tonight, remembering where I have been.
And my body feels at ease, with the wonders I have seen. But here I am in my beach chair with a drink in hand. Resting here at sunset, the waves bubbling over the sand.

How long will I stay? A month, or two, or more. Then I will pack up and move on, now thats for sure. Its my itchy feet, also my heart, they let me know. That anywhere in this land, I know Im free to go.

Long