Travel

[sprintcyclist]

I've done a few Aussie road trips.
Love it.

Will see if I can find a few poems I wrote on them.

[mellie]

I believe god never gives us more than we can handle.

She's a trooper, will probably be compiling cryptic crosswords by her 6th birthday.

Different, but not less.

So proud of her, she adores school and the staff adore her.

Behaviours excellent.

[mellie]

I've done a few Aussie road trips.
Love it.

Will see if I can find a few poems I wrote on them.

Nice Sprint, share your poetry.

[sprintcyclist]

Found one.

Might have lost some on change of hard drive




Away from the Thin Rim


We journey away from the Thin Rim.
Away from the rivers with water, greenery and crops.
Away from people.

Headed upwards. It is not inviting.
There are no crops, roadworks show the way, rocky hills surround us.
It is not inviting. A silence asks if we want to continue.

Already the changes emerge. Australian greens.
Tough Gums, dry creeks. Trucks with RooBars.
Roadkill gives us another reminder of this world.
The changes continue as we take up the challenge.

Most vehicles are RoadTrains. Most cars are Toyotas.
Sarah stops her dry creek comments.
Charter Buses bring back mine workers to the city.
We forge onward, outward and westward.

Mesas stand sentry. Windmills are stationary.
Stations are named. Distances are given to the next fuel.
The skies open out before us, Angel stretches her legs and breathes freely.
Classically, the drought is bad. The extra water is a good weight to carry.

We miss the turnoff by 30 kms, then come back.
Creek crossings, some rough gravel roads
Angel gets more rattling in 40 kms than she had in her first 200,000.

Then just like Banjo Patterson promised us ‘...And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him. In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars….’
Australian Bustards, Echidnas, Sweet faced Wallabies and Brolgas.

For I am what Dorothea Mackellar was ‘…..I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons …….’

[mellie]

Thanks Sprint.

That really is good.

Keep writing about your adventures, and ill keep reading them.

[sprintcyclist]

Wow, found old poems on old laptop .........


The Bulloo Shire

Out there in the Bulloo, there is passion.
Life beats, bloody and wild. Soaring and bounding.
The earth colours from white to red
Blood red

Eagles and hawks feed off carcasses.
Sand and bones mark the tourist lakes.
Flooded rivers are emptying
Latte rivers with muddy slippery sides

The Paroo is in flood, highway is blocked.
Levels will drop in a week.
It has rained again up north.
The Paroo will peak here again.

The locals call it a pulse.
The rivers pulse.
Forming veins in the land.
A 2 month pulse.

I smell and taste the earth.
It is in my nostrils and lungs
The passion of the Bulloo
Pulses in my veins

[mellie]

You crazy old bugga Sprint, this is too good to be left on a hardrive or USB... think of your kids, grand kids, needs to go into a scrapbook at least so u have a hard copy if, and it always does technology fails, or gets corrupted etc.

What does your wife have to say about this, bet she agrees with me.

Again, excuse my clumsy text, really need to update my laptop.

I'll have to shortly anyway because I'll be refreshing.

[mellie]

Great work there Sprint.

Are you good at art too?

[mellie]

Ok, it's official. We're going to the Grampians...(Just a church family weekend at a big4 park) but we're going.

Not camping though...lol. brick unit or cabin, both are super reasonable re-price.


We also get a discount because we are with the church.

Its perfect.

Our first proper weekend away together as a lil family.
That isn't staying with other family. Lol

October, hope the weather is reasonable.