Been There Done That Poem by Rod Morris

I have wandered around the outback, camped out in the mulga scrub.
And I'm not the first to quench my thirst at a tin-roofed country pub.
I have lain upon my bedroll, caressed by firelight.
Then gazed in awe at what I saw on a cold star-studded night.

I have seen an artist's palette of wild flowers, in the deserts of the west.
Watched a wild bush brumby, put bushwise ringers to the test.
I have witnessed flood, experienced drought, seen a bushfire rant and rage.
Seen old bluegums, huge crocodiles, seen land that's wracked with age.

I have been to the reef, down underneath, seen the fish, the coral, the clams.
I have been to Cape York, Tasmania to, the island of apples and dams.
I have been to Kings Cross, the Opera House, even crossed Sydney's coat hanger to.
Have straddled a camel, climbed Ayers Rock, seen red desert, sky bluer than blue

I have met Aussie jokers out on the track, rough as a bright new file.
Their fair dinkum mate and she'll be right is enough to make anyone smile.
Wherever I have been in Australia, it matters not where or which part.
Though I still am a true blue Kiwi, Australia remains in my heart.