The Birdsville Track

02 Jul

The Birdsville Track


In Days Of Long Ago

In The Harsh Dry Outback

On A Bush Trail

Of Dry Red Earth

Known As

The Birdsville Track

The Sun Beat Down


The Harshness Of Her Fiery Orb

Blazed Her Heat

On All And Sundry

No Sign Of Rain

No Sign Of Water

Only The Mirage

Of False Hope


In The Vast Horizon

Of The Lonely

Desert Outback

Along This Desolate

Dry Birdsville Track

An Ill Equipped Car

Of Ill Repair

Wended Its Way

Into A Future

Of Hopes And Dreams

On Board A Cargo

Of Love

A Solitary Mother

And Her Children

Of Three

Alone She Despaired

The Sun Bore Down

Upon The Car

The Car Was Hot

With Little Water

The Car

Finally Came To A Stop

The Cries For Relief

From The Harsh Desert Sun

Could Be Heard On The Winds

As Cried

By The Little Ones

As Mothers Will Do

She Tried Her Best

To Ease Their Thirst

And Find Them Rest

But Nary A Shelter

Nor Water

Could Be Found

They Walked For Days

Till Finally

Beneath A Solitary

Gidgee Tree

They Tried To Find Relief

 From The Burning Orb

It Showed No Mercy

Its Rays Bore Down

One By One

It Claimed Its Victims

She Heard The Feeble Cries

And Watched Her Babies


To The Fiery Orb

The Burning Sun

She Buried Her Babies

One By One

In The Dry Red Earth

Of The Lonely

Birdsville Track

Weeks Later The Trackers

Arrived Too Late

And Found The Tragic Site

And In Their Eyes

Saw The Scene Unfold

And Counted

The Little Mounds

On The Harsh Dry Ground

Beneath The Harsh

Desert Sun

In The Dry Red Dust

Beside The Lonely

Birdsville Track

They Laid To Rest

The Sun Bleached Bones

Of A Mother

Besides Those Whom

She Loved Best

Now The Track Is No More

Its Bitumen And Tar

Travelled By Many

From Near And Far

No One Notices

The Old Gidgee Tree

Or Hears

The Plaintiff Cries

Of A Mother Of Three

The Mounds Are No More

But Within The Dry Ground

Lies A Family Of Four


This Is A True Story Based On An Incident

That Happened Back In Australia’s Pioneering Days

 When Cattle Stations Were More Isolated

Than They Are Today

And Communications Were Virtually Nonexistent

Periodically There Are Still People Today

Who Stray From The Track

And Require Recovering

Dehydration And Being Ill Equipped

Are The Causes Of A Lot Of Casualties






Posted by on July 2, 2009 in Uncategorized


21 responses to “The Birdsville Track

  1. auntyuta

    March 29, 2015 at 07:00

    Such a tragic story and so wonderfully told by you, Ian. Congratulations and thank you very much for sharing.


  2. suchled

    March 29, 2015 at 07:00

    A tragic story that people can’t understand now that bitumen covers every one of those old roads.


    • aussieian2011

      March 29, 2015 at 07:00

      Many a story lies a few metres off the paved roads around Australia.
      Still have to be aware of your location at all times, case in point, the young guy about 98k,s out of Coober Pedy recently, bitten by a snake.


      • suchled

        March 29, 2015 at 07:00

        Yes, I’ve been on that road.


        • aussieian2011

          March 29, 2015 at 07:00

          I love the outback roads, dry red tracks that lead back into history.


  3. reocochran

    March 29, 2015 at 07:00

    Such a tragedy and you wrote this sad story so well, Ian. This made my eyes get filled with tears, since i have three children who are now grown. I am so blessed that despite many travails, we were able to overcome obstacles. I wrote a story about the plane crash in the Alps and how we must try to remember we can try to get over our mountains to the other side. Ian, your poetry is exquisite. Hugs, Robin


    • aussieian2011

      March 29, 2015 at 07:00

      Thank you for that beautiful comment Robin, was a rather sad story but based on fact.
      Our Outback is still a rugged harsh area in places.
      Glad you enjoyed the wording of my story my friend.
      I would be interested in your story of the Alps, I will see it if you posted it, I do catch up on friends posts.
      Kind regards.


  4. RMW

    March 29, 2015 at 07:00

    This reminds me of when my parents and I first traveled across the California desert into Los Angeles back in the 1960s in the blazing sun of summer in an old car with no air conditioning… fortunately there were roadside markets that sold water and our outcome was a lot happier! The pioneers of Australia and the US were a million times tougher than current generations, that’s for sure.


    • aussieian2011

      March 29, 2015 at 07:00

      I think life was full of adventure back in those old days, roads and obstacles always seemed to lead to fun and adventures.
      I like the dry dusty red tracks that lead back into history, aah what memories to carry into old age.


  5. aussieian2011

    March 29, 2015 at 07:00

    Reblogged this on Welcome To My World.


  6. jACQUIE

    July 4, 2009 at 07:00

    The ground must be weeping, for it has a soul. I don\’t think anyone but you could have related that story Emu.\’ave a good one Emu…hugs :o)


  7. AIQ

    July 3, 2009 at 07:00

    Sad, but intresting story. I do not know of anything in Australia. I have seen some of the doc movie and read books.


  8. Dreamwalker

    July 3, 2009 at 07:00

    A Sad tale indeed.. we forget how lucky we are with all our rain… Glad to see you Emu.. and flutter by when you get your wings back.. xxx


  9. ♰ Angel girl ♰

    July 3, 2009 at 07:00

    Very sad indeed.


  10. Princess

    July 3, 2009 at 07:00

    Aaaw how sad.


  11. E

    July 2, 2009 at 07:00

    Very sad story and so well told.take good care,xx


  12. Prenin

    July 2, 2009 at 07:00

    Thanks Emu as the story is told, so are they remembered.God Bless!Prenin.


  13. Beth

    July 2, 2009 at 07:00

    So very sad.


  14. Angel eyes

    July 2, 2009 at 07:00

    Such atragic love my dear friend being a mum i can\’t even inmagine angel eyes


  15. HELLS

    July 2, 2009 at 07:00

    so many things we dont see…… many things we drive past and never know the sorrow hurt and dreadful struggle…….great blog emooo thanks for sharing this…… heart aches for the mother who tried to do what we all as mothers do and protect our babies xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx


  16. Sue

    July 2, 2009 at 07:00

    EmuYou have told this story as only a man from the bush could, and you are right so many go bush with out taking water and every thing else they need, as they do not know how hard on life this beautiful country of our can be.Well say Ian, may all who read it remember, if they in the bush to be safeTake caresue



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