Unending yellow Mitchell grass plains — the vastness of it
Far horizons arrayed with multi-hued ranges — the distance of it
Gullies and creeks, dry now but in ‘The Wet’ — the relief of it
Southern Cross and constellations so pure they light the night — the blaze of it.

Bickering galahs all grey, pink and thirsty line up by the bore — the din of it
Ancient goanna all wrinkled and brown chases them off — the bossiness of it
Silhouettes of brolgas westering homeward by starlight — the beauty of it
Wedgetails spiralling above rugged red mesas as they hunt — the majesty of it.

A campfire with billy steaming and damper rising — the anticipation of it
Awaking to windows filled with Mitchell grass plains — the awesomeness of it
Pulling yabby pots from the turkey nest dam at dawn — the yumminess of it
Happy Hour with your mate ‘neath the blaze of sundown — the wonder of it.