Outback Souls

Close 'round the crackling fire we three, with sweet acacia in the air - tell stories of Gallipoli and digger's bond of friendship there. We laughed and shared like family with roof and walls of stars our home - tracker Wiley, Henry and me on highland edge of bushland dome. But now across the outback trail away from Henry's place of rest, near to where he fell and failed with bloody head against my chest. We slowly lead his faithful mount through clear streams where spirits flow and tales the bushman mates recount, the final sail of mateship souls.