The Bush Camp

The Bush Camp Off the rusty road, past burnt out cars, broken bottles,  fractured toilet bowl, at last  through dense bush, a path appears to spear down a ridge through rifts, by rocky outcrops, slows to drift past grasstrees, epacris, dandled clusters of persoonia berries.   The backpacks bob, sway, billycans rattle and collide, a … Continue reading The Bush Camp