The Great 2008 Escape

First of December, two-thousand and eight.

I hear the ambitious call of summers lust.

Summer is now, the opportunists await;

Leaving only the stones and the trail of red dust.

The outback sky is alive with pink, orange, green, blue and yellow;

Not running away, merely driving from fast.

Memories of Spring buried with the dust of yesterday’s fellow;

Today’s captured memory will, forever last.

I leave the smallest dry town in Queensland, population now four.

As the Kangaroos rise and the kookaburras sing.

Adventure awaits and into the wilderness; I soar;

As my golden hair sails through the wind; I cling.

With the fire in my heart and head in the zone;

It's the first day of summer; location, unknown.