Autumn in the Bush – Ron Symons

Autumn unfurls dragging down
The green, yellow days of summer.
Dusty desert winds swing low,
Hard and shrieking
Across the chenopod shrublands.
Restless sky’s trails of wispy cloud
Promise change across the flood plain,
Sand kissed loam dunes,
And pine woodland.
The crescent moon rises flamed and doomed!
Down the crackling trail the stockmen raced.
Their horses snort and rear,
Thundering heavily, kicking with terror.
When all is done the campfire blazes
By the billabong, for the day was long
Adn the night sleeps on to eternity.