The Great Southern Land

There is no other land that you could see With borders found on crystal blue seas A harsh land of blazing sun Red dirt gets into everything undone The heat bursts on you as you open the car door And you shield your eyes as the glare implores Stand on a cliff and look out to sea A cool sea breeze soothes as a salve I will see Australia like no other land Majestic and harsh under God’s command Those who fought the battle with nature then Built it all with their hands and blood when called to defend. © Paul Warren Poetry