While I rest in the coolness, at the ‘Werong shades’,
It please me to be on my own, for once…
Only a few years had passed since I’d been…
Yet memories of that past, rest in peaceful minds.
Left of me, is a small ‘Ayres Rock’ surrounded by a barren jungle of bush trees,
In front of me, the conditioned timing of small breaks of the sea waves.
Rock formations are seen on either end of the nudist beach,
Right of me, is a creek hidden behind a typical Australian bush.
For any camper there is very little fuel to be found,
To cook at the hot food, which has been carted up from Otford Station.
Australians do not respect mother’s nature: leaving rubbish around,
Especially when they live in a habitat for a few days and change the environment.
I have so far, enjoyed my twenty-four hours stay,
While checking out the nude ”females bodies”,
This has been the first opportunity to do so.
The only thing is…I don’t have a woman, with me,
(Who would have enjoyed my company,
So open love could be made to her).
Eventually, this will be resolved by my waiting on time and plans,
Time of essence and plans of the perfect future.
I’m in no rush to marry, engage or live defacto,
An acquaintance is what I’m looking for… not troublemakers.
