The rhythm of the train,
Helps one to gain,
A new perspective, or outlook.
The beat of the rain,
By my window seat pane,
Helps me to see so much clearer.
The 'metre' of barb fence,
The rolling hill's cadence,
Help so much more to appreciate;
A kind of a kinship,
Perhaps even one-ship,
Of a girl, and the land that she loves.
Other important country things,
Includes a stubborn hope that wings,
Over the difficulties, challenges, knock backs.
Horse, Hope, Faith, Love,
With these, one can mountains move,
And Life along the narrer Bush Track we'll prove.
By Seaghdha Rose Bailey
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