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Out beyond the Mooki
Posted by
bazzam
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09 January 2009
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Here's one that some of the old-timers from VOZ may remember.
Whilst now we enjoy the beauty of the outback from our study, soaring above those incredible VOZ outback textures - it is worth paying tribute to our hardy pioneers who braved this fierce continent before the age of wings...
So with images taken over Orb-X's Tamworth (FS9 freeware) surrounds and apologies to Barcroft Boake for my misquoting verse from his classic "Where the dead men lie" here is my little rememberance -
Far out beyond the Mooki, trapped beneath a vast azure sky
Far out beyond the Mooki - that's where the dead men lie!
Out on the wastes of the Never Never
where the heat-waves do dance forever
That’s where the dead men lie!
Out where the grinning skulls bleach whitely
Under the saltbush sparkling brightly;
Out where the wild dogs chorus nightly
That’s where the dead men lie!
Deep in the brown, flowing river
Under the banks where the shadows quiver
That’s where the dead men lie!
Where the platypus twists and doubles,
Leaving a train of tiny bubbles.
Rid at last of their earthly troubles
That’s where the dead men lie!
Strangled by thirst and fierce privation
Out on “Moneygrub’s” farthest station
That’s how the dead men die!
Whilst now we enjoy the beauty of the outback from our study, soaring above those incredible VOZ outback textures - it is worth paying tribute to our hardy pioneers who braved this fierce continent before the age of wings...
So with images taken over Orb-X's Tamworth (FS9 freeware) surrounds and apologies to Barcroft Boake for my misquoting verse from his classic "Where the dead men lie" here is my little rememberance -
Far out beyond the Mooki, trapped beneath a vast azure sky
Far out beyond the Mooki - that's where the dead men lie!
Out on the wastes of the Never Never
where the heat-waves do dance forever
That’s where the dead men lie!
Out where the grinning skulls bleach whitely
Under the saltbush sparkling brightly;
Out where the wild dogs chorus nightly
That’s where the dead men lie!
Deep in the brown, flowing river
Under the banks where the shadows quiver
That’s where the dead men lie!
Where the platypus twists and doubles,
Leaving a train of tiny bubbles.
Rid at last of their earthly troubles
That’s where the dead men lie!
Strangled by thirst and fierce privation
Out on “Moneygrub’s” farthest station
That’s how the dead men die!
