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We ride where things in the heat and haze
Take on fantastic forms,
Over the plains where the sheep may graze,
“Looking for thunderstorms.”
The course is narrow across the run
Where promising storms have passed,
And claypans screened from the northern sun
May water a strip that’s grassed.
But finding the track is no pleasure ride,
‘Mid the glint of the stones and rocks,
For the pans are scarce and the run is wide;
The mirage misleads and mocks.
We see a silvery gleam ahead
That looks like a limpid pool,
And, clumped hard by with their boughs outspread,
The white-boled gums look cool.
‘Tis the phantom water that lures men on,
A will-o’-the-wisp that plays
From dip to dip till the quest anon
The sturdiest soul dismays.
Out there where rovers are plagued with doubt
Concerning all things and forms,
It’s a quaint adventure to roam about
“Looking for thunderstorms.”
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