Lost
At the forest entrance
Leave the known bitumen road
Turn into any dirt road
To explore that primeval place
Up to the first sinuous dirt lane
Running in between the golden wattles
Morphing in a narrow dirt track
Avoiding deep pot holes
By that time you , you're lost
Like the Roos and wallabies
You still go forward
The night is falling
So is the petrol tank
No reception on the mobile
Keep driving nonetheless
The track is turning back
Into a larger dirt road
You're on the way back
Hit the bitumen road with a happy sigh
Leaving behind you the sign
"Thank you for your visit".
Lucette C. Bailliet
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