a storm is brewing
over Bakers Creek
and the sound of the thunder
is less than meek

streaks of lightning
have hit the tall gum trees
and scattered
the small native bush bees

dim grey tones
have replaced the sunlight
the tempest is ensuing
with all its mighty

out of the full clouds
the rain now generously falls
rolling thunder echoes
through the Westerly wind squalls

on the bare hillsides
the dampness soaks in
giving the soil
a good drenching to the skin

the dusty track is laden
with wetness
which leaves a smell
of sweet earthiness

the storm has passed
and quietness descends
it is making its way
across the Clerkness wends

then it shall travel
along the Eastern range pines
until it resounds
over the topaz blue coastline

leaving the city lights and traffic behind
leaving them for a destination of a more open kind
need to get out into the countryside
need to embrace the landscape so wide

too long in the hustle and bustle
it's too much of a crush on the mind and muscles
tired of the urban scene
tired of its atmosphere so mean

wandering amid the iron bark stands
getting to feel the essence of the land
all of those city monkeys off my back
living in a rustic bush shack
stars in the night skies  looking down on me
this is where my heart wants to be

fleeing the crowded walkways
changing address
out in the countryside
no more pressure or stress

leaving the city lights and traffic behind
leaving them for a destination of a more open kind

You won't see the tears
crawling out of my eyes
You won't see me drown
on the sea of sadness
Because when I look
In your eyes,
not even a spark
or explosion ignites
No galaxies to explore
in the depths inside
No, you won't even stop me
And if you tell me
you'll miss me,
you don't need to lie
because I'm leaving and
you won't even say goodbye.*

-A

8/18/14