Once the great brown land stretched to horizons,
and within its harsh breath life existed:
some basked in the scorching sun for life,
others burrow beneath and waited til night,
to forage and hunt for food
and somehow elude those predators
that in life were apex.
Once a year in contrast, the rains do fall
and quench the dry lands,
forming rivers of torrid flow,
and transforming what all did know as desert;
so as the rivers snake across the brown earth,
momentary green aside their girth,
life alighted from all kind, to imbibe the gift.
Then when summer takes hold,
fire threatens every life and burrow,
as bush and every growing thing so dry
like tinder to the fire’s eye, did sweep the land
and cull so much life in a catastrophe,
and left a black smoking desolate place, that will renew.
And so in ebb and flow,
outback life continues,
and harsh it is but what life is not,
and the rise and fall of seasons mark their time,
in this sublime brown land of Australia,
under endless skies in beauty’s eye, eternal land.
Tony DeLorger © 2017