Bush Poetry #1

Poetry around the camp fire

I’m in the desert
The Simpson Desert
We’ve travelled many miles
I’m sitting in the sand
Red sand
Big red is in the distance
It seems it must be conquered
And conquer it we did
Clumps of grass and acacia dot the dunes
Flies annoy my eyes
The sky is blue and goes on forever
Horizon too seems far away
I gather up my sticks and play.

by Beryl Bush

One thought on “Bush Poetry #1

  1. Kathy

    That is beautiful Bear. I can see you in my mind’s eye sitting around the fire, endless skies above, playing your sticks with a big, happy grin on your face!

    Reply

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