Who will tell the stories
Of dry dusty outback towns
When there are no more swaggys
Treading the roads around
Who will see the beauty all
Of the setting sun
And the pink galahs call
When the night's begun
Where will there be true blue
As the old world dies
And those days are through
Where does the Old Australia now lie?
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Australia and all other countries are constantly undergoing mutations due to the changing nature as also the tremendous achievements of civilizations and their intermingling. Let us look at the enhanced beauty of our respective motherlands and work for further enriching their already rich and unique heritage.