OLD WITTENOOM ROAD

OLD WITTENOOM ROAD

Head’n down that dear old road
The fragrance of wattle pungent
Crossing over dry creek beds
Tall Cadjaputs and River gums abundant.

Our dust appears suspended
In sunlight shafts extending
As  closing of day draws near
Timeless vistas and plains never ending.

A nice camp fire in mulga
Stars so bright, the wind ever sighing
The cold grey light of dawn
Brings a Honeyeater, her faint calling.

A bleary eyed peep from my swag
Finds me in this peaceful place
With dew drops on branchlets sparkling
As the first rays of sunlight embrace.

My thoughts in contentment now
I must quietly depart thee
To continue along this dear old road,
Towards distant blue ranges, that beckon before me.

ROBERT M MAYHEW  ©

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One Response to “OLD WITTENOOM ROAD”
  1. Faye Harris Faye Harris says:

    Beautiful Robert! The Pilbara certainly stirs some deep emotion in people – I love it!

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