Desert Days

It was days before they missed me In the desert whilst the hot wind blew so free Our track which was seldom used in those days The rough track ruined the car in so many ways The Sun beat down and we waited hoping for the best And what was left for us was a mess As we contemplated what to do As the sun and the desert beat on us all through That night there was a strange bright glow That stretched from the south and lessened after an hour or so The next day we saw a dust cloud coming towards us And when the approaching vehicle stopped we made a fuss But the news they brought shocked us so And made us wonder to where we’d go For the nuclear mushrooms bloomed over the cities Blowing them away to dust was such a pity So we wander these dusty tracks As we survive driving through the Australian Outback For there is no where left to go As we wait and wonder as our fates last show. © Paul Warren Poetry