He rode the endless desert
As the days ran together in it
At first it was what he needed
But being alone finally exceeded
What he felt being the only law
In the Australian desert cut to the craw
He visited the homesteads occasionally
And saw Aborigines living their life free
But one day when the heat was unbearable
Life untenable he hung himself from a tree.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I would like to translate this poem
Good Paul. Perhaps the better rhyming last line: Life untenable he hung himself from a tree.