Out here natures the boss, many a penny has been tossed, and lost
To gamble with her is a shamble, and usually favours a tailed loss
You can injure your hand, be buried in sand, a part of her impost
All day the westerly's blow, a nightly temperature low like frost

Some are touched by the sun, before they are done, and go so silly
Nature puts on a show, the cawing crow knows, before a Willy Willy
It's not long before, the winds roar, the sound becomes all shrilly
The lightning strikes, the sky loses light, turns dark as a billy

I stretch and yawn, on the days dawn, her rays the colour of corn
Memories are reborn, of fencing posts sawn, on such a similar morn
The red dust on high, never bothered the flies, only us the forlorn
A thought had dawned, like a heart spawned, now embedded with scorn

Times when I tire, I sit by the fire, and think of another's plight
He has roamed this land so grand, for millenniums, both day & night
For too many years, guns against spears, in a one sided race fight
It's time for both tribes, to put the past aside, and put it right

Soon my weary old bones, will be covered in stones, in the outback
May the goodness of love, be like a doves, to light the old track
I have given my all, in good times and squalls, by taking a crack
So,low and behold, God beggar my soul, and ducks continue to quack

Carved in old wood, this cross had stood, bearing salutations nigh
Here at rest, reposes a personal request of old cobber Daniel McKay
He rode near and far, on his horse, no car, guided by starry skies
It's said, he's the best, no jest, to ever make a good damper pie

We'll end this diatribe, from the pen of a scribe, is it the truth
Never having to explain, because of the rain, emptying the Vermouth
Being careful when you read, as I plead, refrain from being uncouth
As you inhale, hope you don't fail, when in the confessional booth