The Beating Heart

Can you hear her heart beating in the heat of the day when the white gums stand silent and as time slips away? Can you feel her pulse quicken in the crisp morning air with the sun not yet risen over hills stark and bare? Can you sense her blood flowing in the creeks and the streams? Is she all that you hoped for in the best of your dreams? Do you see her eyes open as the sun meets the sky does her beauty and terror lift your spirit up high? Can you sense her beginnings in the reaches of time when you gaze at the ranges as the sun makes them shine? Will you sense her forever in the back of your mind when you're back in your homeland and have left her behind? From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"