Tuesday, Feb 17, 2004 at 15:50
Ruth,
I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunligth struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty dirty city
Through the open window floating spreads its foulness over all.
And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street
And the languange uninviting of the gutter children fighting,
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet
And the hurrying people daunt me and their pallid faces haunt
me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste
And I hate it, hate it ,hate it
That show reminded me of our trip through
the desert last October when it rained at Peoppels corner and we were nearly stuck in
the desert, a minor flood came down the Diamontina.
The drive from Peoppels to
Birdsville was very challenging and
the desert was absolutely beautiful and I loved it ,loved it ,loved it.
My Appologies to A( Banjo ) Patterson
Cheers David
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