Rusty old tracks stretching across the Outback
The wind sings a song of strong hearts on the track
When distance was conquered by pioneers
As they toiled and died in long lonely years
Now it's dust and heat shimmering through
As rusty iron tells their story too
And we who inherit their pioneer part
Stand tall under our Southern Cross heart.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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