Pristine beaches, spanning dimensions
contours velvety, sun upon sands.
Flat top mountains meet contrasting heavens,
native trees, oceans blue. Beyond, tillaged
valleys concaving in seas of winter green,
turning ochres interlude, mid-spring-times hues.
A painters ‘en plein-air’ dream, inspire golds,
grain greens, unclouded reds, amidst
windmills gyrating, readying
unique summer’s breeze ballads.
While grazing sheep, bullock, alongside horse
blend adjoining centuries history.
Primitive Hamlets dotting distant horizons,
aside natures, modern day abstract.
Grain  fields covered gleaned cylindered hay,
texturing thin layered paddocks, now lush barren.
Swollen rivers along with time, have snacked upon
accompanying stone fences. Former convicts create.
Leaning trees, driven westerly winds brazenly blown.
Outlying silver topped roofs of homesteads,
glimmer in customary suns scorching glow.
Long distance travel, over God’s own land.

“AKA...A Drive In God’s Own Country”
(Poem Devoid of .The, there, and, is, are, they, them, we, I, you, me, her, him, it, that, those.)

TeAnne © Nov.1. 1998