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| Down time in Weipa |
taking some time to pitch in and make up some bush poetry, songs or, in Les's case a rap!, to capture our Cape York adventure.
As Daniel continued with his guitar practice he was also prepared to make a song contribution but no words were yet forthcoming, he was still looking for a piece of music before he could
put his prose to.
Having left Weipa to drive to Bramwell Junction Roadhouse, and since Daniel was concentrating on the kilometres of corrugation, red dust on the Telegraph Road I took out pen and paper to continue my little piece of prose to add to the Cape York contribution.
Here it goes:
'Our sights are set high to reach Australia's northern tip,
As we avoid the kangaroos, who give us the slip.
We barrel down the roads of gravel and dust,
to Moreton Telegraph Station we must.
Leaving Weipa behind,
I think we don't mind.
Pressing on with the gravel,
For the roads we must travel.
We pass poor joeys whose lives have left,
On sides of roads which leave me bereft.
How birds that swoop from up above,
Gorge on carcasses,
As there in lies their food of love.
The trees that stretch before us,
In yellows, gold and greens,
Tussock grasses dry beneath,
Are some of the prettiest scenes.
On roads less travelled as we head north,
We'll stop for coffee,
But I need a port!
The corrugation, dips and ditches,
Often leave us yelling 'you sons of bitches!'
The veils of red dust that cloud our view,
Make each stop of the journey something new.
Our mates in front on CB radio,
Pick up and say 'Don't go!'
'There's a dip in the road,
and them cows won't go!'
The road in places can be quite treacherous,
But we won't let it get the better of us!
So slowly does it as we drive through,
Deep, clear waters with crocodiles in view!
Cheers everyone! I'll post pictures when we get back to civilisation where
we have reception.
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