Ayre’s Rock ’76 The way home

Pink the puddles and aqua the skies

Red bull dust and windy sunrise

Myriad the hues and savage the symphony

of the scarred country the age lost with time

So hoarse the song so harsh the lyrics yet –

harsh reality a bewildering beauty infinite

all within an inaudible speech –

because no eyes shall dictate nor words relate 

no ears will hear the invisible breeze that whisper it’s fate 

and nothing it’s awe can bring to light.

The essence of the country

the very heart.


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