Saltbush Poems - Poems about Saltbush

...Strewn across a wide plain, sheep bones dazzle in the bright sun. On the horizon, phantoms coalesce then melt away into watery lies. The only sound is the dry, papery whispers of saltbush ras......Read the rest...

...There are no laws designed by man that mean a thing out where, the drying sun on pastel lands can’t lead all to despair, where frightened eyes can see for miles across the saltbush plain, where de......Read the rest...

...I could be strolling on a river bank, or sitting in a managed park. I could be walking on a saltbush plain, or where soil is parched and stark. I could be climbing Perry sand hills; be shaded by......Read the rest...

...On my first trip to the outback across the endless plains, I saw a harsh and hungry land in pastel coloured stains. There are more secrets out there, than sun and shifting sand - It would take mor......Read the rest...

...Spent all day cleaning up my car for a trip to Broken Hill. Serviced, oiled and greased. The petrol tank is filled. Left Adelaide for the open road; sun setting in the west. An orange sky slowly d......Read the rest...

...“Gotta’ ‘git’ ‘im!” Followed the howl of death. His cigarette burnt brighter, when he sucked another breath. “Will I get the gun and spotlight?” I asked rising from my chair. “Nar’, no sense!” the......Read the rest...

...Distant mountains, a purple haze, Kangaroo stands up to gaze, Station horses and sheep graze, On an unforgiving plain. Red gums line a bone-dry creek, Pink galahs swirl and shriek, Bones are ......Read the rest...

...Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies. Land shaded lemon; last star dies… Lightening blue spreads far and wide, a half red sun. New dawn’s arrived. This living desert yawns and wakes. A foreig......Read the rest...

...In a land of endless saltbush stretching miles across the plains Of western New South Wales where it rarely ever rains, And the temperature is searing on a soil that's living hell, Where bleaching......Read the rest...

...The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive and through these hot days there seems litt......Read the rest...