The Outback is often referred to as different things. Some call it the bush, others the woop-woops (or wop-wops). Others call it the never-never, the back of beyond, back o' Bourke, and beyond the black stump. I'm sure there are other expressions! But whatever you call it, it's a bloody great space of empty remoteness with it's own special beauty.
The Outback
by Leighton B. Watts
There's a place where daily hardships are the making of a man
Where learning skills come less from books than a knowledge of the land
Where a rough and kindred mateship can be built on work and trust
And a fair day's work reaps just rewards for a fair day's work's a must
Where an unforgiving landscape boasts extremes of flood and drought
And a sheep walks miles 'tween blades of grass or it has to go without
Where the pestilence of rabbit, fox and feral takes its toll
And
the red hills rust with iron ore and the valleys seam with coal
Where
gold and light-rich opal can be wrested from the earth
And a man can
find a solitude to test his very worth
Where a woman's sense of humour
is a valued prize and dear
For a woman holds the heart of man when it's
more than he can bear
Where a team is all that matters when the river's
running rife
And a single strand of radio can be all there is to life
Where age is often listened to for experiences gained
And
helping out a neighbour is an ethos much maintained.
It's a place they
call The Outback and we're never far apart
For The Outback's not a place
at all it's the beating of my heart.
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