top of page

Day 6 - Crossed the Border.

BDRCR Wednesday 2022 (Tennant Creek NT )




Fields of dead grass

or was it just all white

it went on for miles and miles

all I could see from my bike


The hue of lightness

turned suddenly to red

defining the tarmac borders

like a well-made bed


Then all these tiny red towers

some short and some all

sprouted up like stalagmites

a thousand people could not count them all


The roads went on forever

the glass mirage kissed the sky

the silhouetted pilots

they all appeared to fly


The monotony of kilometres

broken by this unique view

made me feel, like a lucky man

to being doing what I now do


All my fellow travellers

break bread with tales tall but true

there are no exaggerations

it’s just what we bikers do.


Copyright Poetry in Paradise Reg Tm # 1028534







Single post: Blog_Single_Post_Widget
bottom of page