Desert Highway Patrol Poem by Paul Warren

The sun is sinking in the west
On a long hot summer day
There's just the radio, my patrol car and me
As I look to the traffic on the highway

The holiday crowd is passing through
On the long haul homeward bound
There are long lines of cars
As travellers pass me by

Some of the drivers give me a wave
Whilst others just look straight ahead
Being seen is the order of the day
As I drive up and down the desert road

The bush awakens from the hot day
As the evening cools off
The sky is full of pastel blues, reds and yellows
As the day ends in desert dreams.

© Paul Warren Poetry