He, a rough stockman, works in the outback,
sees panoramas almighty each day,
the beauty, the splendour found down any bush track,
vision of privilege...that and great pay!
Splendid his chances of witnessing wonder,
of glorious vistas placed where he goes.
The chances are slim for lightning and thunder,
sunlit are his days where nothing much grows.
Plains touch horizons, seeming unending,
extended forever, its wild beauty blending.