Remote Australia

In the blistering sun
He slowly bakes away
Birds slowly circling
Which way out
He has no clue
The desert seems forever
Was yesterday, no day before
His mind is totally befuddled
There he was sitting at home
Enjoying an icy wine
Duty called , he had to go
Across the desert driving
Broken down, blown motor
Surely help must be coming
Out here country unforgiving
Rarely get a second chance
This time God smiled upon him
Help arrives just in time
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Posted: Sep 2011

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