Riding way out along a ridge
Behind a distant back spread bluff-
Taking my time gently as it was
More at times than a little rough-
In and out of the smaller scrubby bits
Looking around as I checked out the land-
Such beautiful country away up here
With it's natural being , the rock and sand-
Getting off to view a scene so far away
Upon a ridge that was rather high-
When I noticed something upon the ground
That had just then caught my eye-
I Picked it up and examined it some
And there I held in my hand from long ago-
An aboriginal oldest ever stone axe head
Almost in perfect condition still it was so-
One comes to find not a lot has changed
In many parts of Australia from away back when-
I imagined a family here searching for food
As the did ever so long away back then-
It was then noticed another one the same
And another not too far from there away-
One found that here they were being made
From the natural stone around upon that day-
A peaceful and natural family who then
Had been in this area a close community-
Living life as then they only knew how
Within this natural earthly tranquility-
Not that far from a place called Cloncurry
Upon this out post of rock and ridges high-
So very old and beautiful this land Australia
So very unchanged at all mostly one could not deny-