As feet and eyes cross our broad land,
A feast of coloured texture spreads,
Enticing one to taste more and more,
The delights of bush and mountain range,
A landscape scared by time's torrents
And scorched brown by relentless sun.
A land of contrasts and surprise,
Where old man emu runs alongside,
Or ‘roos play chicken and always loose,
Or outback goats scampering away.
Sky, a tantalising outback blue,
Or blacker than black as storm arrives.
Outback variety has many forms,
Trucks carrying large locomotives,
Or a passenger catamaran,
Or mining gear 15 feet wide.
Each corner reveals your next surprise
A road blocked by an unmanned heard.
Our continuously changing vista,
Coast with rugged rocky out crops,
Beaches with gold or silver sand,
Lagoons protected by ocean reef,
Surf driven by icy Antarctic winds,
Or idyllic gold beaches lined with palms.
This old continent bids you to dream;
Dream of the flora unspoiled by time,
Dry plains that flood beyond reason,
Oceans that allure sailor and surfer alike,
Rugged rocks rarely scaled by man,
Underground caverns yet to be mapped.
Australia, the great land down under,
We travel with air conditioned ease,
But grow with respect for our original people,
Who battled fire and flood, famine and cold,
Tracking this land without GPS,
Where mirage and reality merge afar.
The early explorers, convicts, freemen,
Gold diggers drawn by riches' allure,
They walked this land through heat and cold,
Battled the bush where no tracks exist,
Carrying their life on back and cart,
Trudging through inhospitable land.
We salute you, those who went before,
Your pain, your passions, your grief
Moulded this nation with hands scarred,
Backs broken, death and disease,
But against odds and reasonable sense,
Mapped out a nation proud of success.