Australia - Camping In The Flinders Ranges Poem by Paul Warren

Sitting on a rock in the bush in the Flinders Ranges
With a billabong in front and a kookaburra singing
There are some wallabies slowly hopping as it isn't strange
And a wedge tail eagle is in a tree branch is at us staring

The mottled sun streams through the branches of the gums
A tourist bus picks its way through the track in the distance
We decide that it is too tempting and will make a swimming run
Just as the tourist bus drives past the billabong we do a dance.

© Paul Warren Poetry