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Sunrise Breaks on a Morning Camp

It’s been a long day beneath hot sun, with sunset looming and daylight done, came across water with a stand of trees, deep in shadow with a zephyr breeze; a perfect place to camp for the night, joined by galahs in the fading light, with swag rolled out near a cooking fire, heating up a damper and then retire. Stars like crystal light the outback sky, way out here they don’t seem so high, Dingoes howl beyond a red sand dune, a mopoke hoots ‘neath a silver moon. And through the night as I try to sleep, the night feeders either call or creep, could there be a pig or a kangaroo? maybe a camel or an old emu. Sunrise breaks on my morning camp, The sky is lemon and leaves are damp. I poke the ash and I grass the fire, add kindling and the flames reach higher. I hear the call of a warbling wren, a butcherbird and a water hen. There’s nothing better than bird song, by a campfire near a billabong. The billy boils for a cup of tea, bacon and eggs sit upon my knee, already the thermals are in the sky, a wedge-tailed eagle is soaring high… passing by with babbling words, is a feeding family of apostle birds, all quite content to stop for a chat, as long as I feed them bacon fat. Sunrise has lifted on my morning camp, the suns’ in the sky, now nothing damp, I roll my swag and I douse the fire, with the campsite left as it was prior for the budgerigar and the cockatoo, or a flock of redrumps passing through. I won’t see them for I’m on my way; perhaps next year on another day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/20/2020 8:23:00 AM
Lindsay, "The billy boils for a cup of tea, bacon and eggs sit upon my knee," Sounds like paradise. The Outback is steak house (with bloomin onion) in my neck of the woods. I promise to read only your poetry when visiting there again. -Richard
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Lindsay Laurie
Date: 12/25/2020 5:01:00 PM
G'day Richard ... thank you Richard. Where I got inspired this poem was on a station beside Mootwingee national park NSW. We were camping and up before sunrise. It really did seem like paradise - thank you Richard - Lindsay
Date: 8/7/2020 6:48:00 PM
Oh, such imagery! It's glorious. And the Australian words--awesome. I love every line of the poem. Thank you, Lindsay, for composing it and sharing it. Hugs, Paul
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Date: 8/11/2020 8:54:00 PM
Hello Paul ... spending a number of nights camping out in the outback, this is truly what the dawn brings. I hope you understand what the words mean Paul, but they're all common language here - catch you soon Paul and stay safe - Lindsay
Date: 6/17/2015 11:00:00 PM
I don't see your replies to me on my comments since i have my notifications turned off, but thanks for what I was reading tonight as I searched for a poem of yours to read. I think I have seen all your poems, at least the recent bunch. I will search a few oldies but maybe I have seen them all too???
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Date: 6/21/2015 12:30:00 AM
Hello Andrea... I dare say you have read all that I've posted. I'm not as prolific as some. I don't know how so many poems can be written in one day. Thanks for being such a great support. I do appreciate it Andrea - Lindsay
Date: 6/13/2015 9:50:00 PM
Hello Lindsay: Can you believe my Dad was a tanksinker and I have experienced all you wrote here. Great walk down memory lane here for me....Almost whistling the Drover's Dream. I give this a 7 and have added you to my fav poet's list Kudos from an expat admirer
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Date: 6/21/2015 12:27:00 AM
G'day Suzanne... when I first travelled about in the arid land, on and off I heard tanks mentioned in conversation and didn't know what they meant until I asked. On a few occasions I came across dilapidated shearing sheds and found hand shears without rust in the open and blobs of purple glass formed by the heat and wondered how anyone could survive there - thank you Suzanne - Lindsay
Date: 6/4/2015 1:29:00 AM
Excellent. Very Interesting and thoughtful write. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs
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Date: 6/6/2015 7:29:00 PM
Hello Ravi... thank you for reading and commenting. I do appreciate your kind words - Lindsay
Date: 6/3/2015 5:00:00 PM
I just now realized I may not have faved you yet. You are such a great poet!! gotta do that now, especially after reading this very well crafted poetry . Your meter is excellent too.
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Date: 6/6/2015 7:27:00 PM
G'day Andrea... thanks again for your encouraging comment. I reckon there's a lot of great poets on this sight and you're one of them Andrea. I'll catch up with you soon - Lindsay
Date: 6/2/2015 10:32:00 PM
a7, and adding this gem to my fav list.. I felt as being there with you! Sure wish I was camping out somewhere right now!
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Date: 6/3/2015 2:51:00 AM
G'day Robert... as you are a camper Robert, I am sure that you would love to spend time in the vast outback. It is dry but is not a desert, and the flora and fauna is abundant in the harsh conditions. Thank you for reading and commenting Robert - Lindsay
Date: 6/2/2015 2:45:00 PM
ohh, you make nature and beauty come alive with this lilting work of art, lindsay..yes, my cup of tea!. huggs
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Date: 6/2/2015 12:05:00 PM
Your word choices and captured feelings make this a very interesting and thoughtful read. Very imaginative use of words and skillfully constructed with the heart and thoughts of a poet. Emile.
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Date: 6/3/2015 2:48:00 AM
G'day Emile... like I've said before Emile, your comments are always great and critically positive. Every poet must really enjoy them like I do - all I can say is thanks - Lindsay
Date: 6/2/2015 2:45:00 AM
Gee Lindsay, your writing is so powerful, i was there, soaking in the campsite & all that was observed. It is something that most people go through life without seeing, at least they can see it through your words now. Right there alongside Banjo & Henry, Lindsay. Kind regards----John
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Date: 6/3/2015 2:44:00 AM
G'day John... you're right. Not too many people get a free run on a 95,000 acre property to camp and see what I saw. I don't really want to be beside Banjo & Henry, John... they're dead. Catch you later - Lindsay
Date: 6/1/2015 6:02:00 AM
enjoyed your write ~Luv S.K.A.T.
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Date: 6/3/2015 2:08:00 AM
Hello S.K.A.T... thanks for reading and putting up a comment. I appreciate it - Lindsay
Date: 6/1/2015 4:17:00 AM
delicate woven all the way,lindsay... ohh, you enthrall this morning!.. huggs
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Date: 6/3/2015 2:05:00 AM
Hello nette... thank you for reading and leaving a comment nette. I'm certain that you would have been more enthralled if you had have been at the location - catch you soon - Lindsay
Date: 6/1/2015 12:14:00 AM
Oh Lindsay I do love your poems, they are so Australian and a lot of them take me back to my younger days as I was bought up in the bush, thank you so much for sharing and take care..........Vera.........
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Date: 6/3/2015 2:03:00 AM
G'day Vera... thank you for your kind comment Vera. When I wrote this poem I pictured a night I camped on a station three hours out of Broken Hill and it was a bit like an oasis. Long grass, tall gums, and a dam full of water. Bird life was abundant - thank you Vera - Lindsay
Date: 5/31/2015 10:13:00 PM
Lindsay, thank you for this delightful poem. You drew me into your camping trip and gave me a taste of the Australian outback. I enjoyed it. Love, Kim
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Date: 6/3/2015 1:58:00 AM
Hello Kim... thank you for your encouraging comment Kim. I based this poem on a night in the outback from a few years ago. I'm pleased that you enjoyed the poem Kim - Lindsay