The rocky desert stretched out to the horizon
As the hot bitumen shimmered in the morning sun
The Stuart Highway was the only sign of civilisation
As the gibber plain paid no heed to what did not belong
The old dusty land had been there for millions of years
And would remain when the road was only a memory not clear
The Australian Outback endures in a timelessness that doesn't end
Whilst we are left to ponder it in our three score and ten.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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