Trudging along in northern heat
Amidst beautiful landscape, lush & green,
We are scorched
Our throats are parched,
Cars are sparse.
A verdant Sahara.
Between Ballina & Bangalow – fertile grounds, cars sparse, throats parched.
Farmhouse beckons, mirage-like.
Roadside abandoned, homestead approached
Reticent – redneck experience unnerving.
Please, can we get some water.
Country kindness (and icy cold juice)
Slakes our thirst.
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