4WD Ladies
Natures beauty extended
Natures beauty extended
Aussie Culture Index
The Great South Land
Advance Australia Fair
Waltzing Matilda
Click Goes The Shears
The Man from Snowy River
Clancy of the Overflow
The Catalpa
Scarborough Snake Pit
The Great South Land
Advance Australia Fair
Waltzing Matilda
Click Goes The Shears
The Man from Snowy River
Clancy of the Overflow
The Catalpa
Scarborough Snake Pit
Stories & Poems Index
The End of the World
4WD Ladies
My Country
The Geebung Polo Club
The Man from Ironbark
Awesome Fishing Trip
Never Been Bogged
The End of the World
4WD Ladies
My Country
The Geebung Polo Club
The Man from Ironbark
Awesome Fishing Trip
Never Been Bogged
By the riverbank where the gum trees sway,
The bikini beauties hold court today.
Their laughter rings as the water flows,
With bronzed young skin from the sunlight glows.
The young men with their machines tricked out,
Know it's not complete without a princess about.
They perch on tailgates, legs hanging free,
Barefoot queens of the 4WD spree.
Their smiles are dazzling, their tans on point,
As the engines rumble ready to leave this joint.
They tease the lads with a playful call,
Knowing full well they’re admired by all.
The bikini beauties hold court today.
Their laughter rings as the water flows,
With bronzed young skin from the sunlight glows.
The young men with their machines tricked out,
Know it's not complete without a princess about.
They perch on tailgates, legs hanging free,
Barefoot queens of the 4WD spree.
Their smiles are dazzling, their tans on point,
As the engines rumble ready to leave this joint.
They tease the lads with a playful call,
Knowing full well they’re admired by all.
She slouches in the seat with a wistful sigh,
Watching the dust swirl up to the sky.
The engine roars, the tyres churn,
But her thoughts are fixed on city’s return.
“This isn’t my scene,” she grumbles low,
As the rugged bushland begins to grow.
Her partner’s enthralled, his hands on the wheel,
While she glares at the mud and the jolting steel.
The bumps and bogs are his prideful game,
But to her, they all look the same.
She checks her nails with a tired glance,
Dreaming of heels and a ballroom dance.
Watching the dust swirl up to the sky.
The engine roars, the tyres churn,
But her thoughts are fixed on city’s return.
“This isn’t my scene,” she grumbles low,
As the rugged bushland begins to grow.
Her partner’s enthralled, his hands on the wheel,
While she glares at the mud and the jolting steel.
The bumps and bogs are his prideful game,
But to her, they all look the same.
She checks her nails with a tired glance,
Dreaming of heels and a ballroom dance.
Through rugged tracks and the bushland wide,
The 4WD Ladies take it in stride.
With grit and grace, they own the land,
Guiding the way with a steady hand.
In Australia’s heart, their spirits shine,
The 4WD Ladies, bold and fine.
From the bikini-clad girls with daring flair,
To reluctant partners with a wistful stare,
And the rev-head driver with skill and grace,
Through mud and dust, they claim their place.
Their spirits echo where the wild winds roam,
Leaving their mark across Australia’s home.
The 4WD Ladies take it in stride.
With grit and grace, they own the land,
Guiding the way with a steady hand.
In Australia’s heart, their spirits shine,
The 4WD Ladies, bold and fine.
From the bikini-clad girls with daring flair,
To reluctant partners with a wistful stare,
And the rev-head driver with skill and grace,
Through mud and dust, they claim their place.
Their spirits echo where the wild winds roam,
Leaving their mark across Australia’s home.
With boots on her feet and a fitted dress,
She’s the queen of the track, and she’s here to impress.
Her rig’s custom-tuned, her tyres thick,
She masters the trails with a confident flick.
But it’s not just skill that sets her apart-
It’s her generous smile and her kind heart.
The boys step back as she grips the wheel,
Her focus sharp, her resolve like steel.
Through mud and rock, she leads the charge,
Navigating paths both fierce and large.
Her beauty’s striking, her poise refined,
But it’s her talent and grace that blow their mind.
She’s the queen of the track, and she’s here to impress.
Her rig’s custom-tuned, her tyres thick,
She masters the trails with a confident flick.
But it’s not just skill that sets her apart-
It’s her generous smile and her kind heart.
The boys step back as she grips the wheel,
Her focus sharp, her resolve like steel.
Through mud and rock, she leads the charge,
Navigating paths both fierce and large.
Her beauty’s striking, her poise refined,
But it’s her talent and grace that blow their mind.
Yet there’s more than meets the wandering gaze,
A spirit untamed by the outback’s haze.
They love the freedom, the wild expanse,
The echoing trails and the sunlit dance.
The boys may compete, but the truth is clear-
These women own the spotlight here.
When night settles in and the stars grow bright,
The beauties still glow in the fire’s light.
They sip from cans with an easy grace,
Blending with nature’s untamed space.
The lads may dream, but deep inside,
They know these women lead the ride.
A spirit untamed by the outback’s haze.
They love the freedom, the wild expanse,
The echoing trails and the sunlit dance.
The boys may compete, but the truth is clear-
These women own the spotlight here.
When night settles in and the stars grow bright,
The beauties still glow in the fire’s light.
They sip from cans with an easy grace,
Blending with nature’s untamed space.
The lads may dream, but deep inside,
They know these women lead the ride.
“Is that all you’ve got?” they laugh at the boys,
While tossing their hair with effortless poise.
Their challenge is met with a knowing grin,
As the fellas rev up, determined to win.
But their flexing strength is no real prize-
It’s the girls’ approval that meets their eyes.
They splash in the shallows, a daring display,
Cooling their skin in the heat of the day.
Their beauty’s a mirage, fleeting but real,
Adding a spark to the convoy’s appeal.
For in their presence, the bush seems tame,
Lit by their charm and their endless game.
While tossing their hair with effortless poise.
Their challenge is met with a knowing grin,
As the fellas rev up, determined to win.
But their flexing strength is no real prize-
It’s the girls’ approval that meets their eyes.
They splash in the shallows, a daring display,
Cooling their skin in the heat of the day.
Their beauty’s a mirage, fleeting but real,
Adding a spark to the convoy’s appeal.
For in their presence, the bush seems tame,
Lit by their charm and their endless game.
The campfire flickers, the mozzies bite,
She sits on a log in the fading light.
“This isn’t romance,” she says with a sneer,
“Where’s the wine and the chandelier?”
Her partner chuckles, his love sincere,
But she’s still wishing for a café near.
Yet even she can’t deny the sky,
When it bursts with stars as the night rolls by.
The Milky Way stretches, vast and grand,
And she feels the touch of the endless land.
For a fleeting moment, her frown departs,
As the outback whispers into her heart.
She sits on a log in the fading light.
“This isn’t romance,” she says with a sneer,
“Where’s the wine and the chandelier?”
Her partner chuckles, his love sincere,
But she’s still wishing for a café near.
Yet even she can’t deny the sky,
When it bursts with stars as the night rolls by.
The Milky Way stretches, vast and grand,
And she feels the touch of the endless land.
For a fleeting moment, her frown departs,
As the outback whispers into her heart.
By morning, she’s back to her restless state,
Her patience thinning, her temper innate.
But a curious warmth begins to spark,
As she watches a kookaburra’s lark.
In the rugged wild, her soul may find
A reason to soften, to leave doubt behind.
Though she may not admit it, not just yet,
The bush holds a charm she can’t forget.
Her reluctant steps on the outback sand
Leave traces of someone who might understand.
For love and nature, though slow to blend,
May find their way to her heart in the end.
Her patience thinning, her temper innate.
But a curious warmth begins to spark,
As she watches a kookaburra’s lark.
In the rugged wild, her soul may find
A reason to soften, to leave doubt behind.
Though she may not admit it, not just yet,
The bush holds a charm she can’t forget.
Her reluctant steps on the outback sand
Leave traces of someone who might understand.
For love and nature, though slow to blend,
May find their way to her heart in the end.
“Watch and learn,” she calls with a wink,
As she tackles a crossing that made others sink.
She pulls up her rig on the farthest shore,
Then helps the others to settle the score.
She’s gentle and kind, though her skills amaze,
A leader of tracks and a muse of praise.
Her charm is disarming, her presence serene,
Yet she thrives where the wild is rough and mean.
No trail too daunting, no climb too steep,
Her heart beats fast where the dangers creep.
And though she’s a rev-head through and through,
Her quiet strength is what others pursue.
As she tackles a crossing that made others sink.
She pulls up her rig on the farthest shore,
Then helps the others to settle the score.
She’s gentle and kind, though her skills amaze,
A leader of tracks and a muse of praise.
Her charm is disarming, her presence serene,
Yet she thrives where the wild is rough and mean.
No trail too daunting, no climb too steep,
Her heart beats fast where the dangers creep.
And though she’s a rev-head through and through,
Her quiet strength is what others pursue.
At camp, she’s a beacon of warmth and care,
Helping the group with a laugh to spare.
She stitches torn straps and offers her hand,
A queen of the track in this timeless land.
For beauty and skill in her life entwine,
A bushland star with a light that shines.
When the convoy rests and the engines sleep,
She gazes at horizons wide and deep.
Her passion for driving, her love for the land,
Flow together like rivers through the sand.
A rev-head legend, with fire and grace,
Carving her path in the outback’s embrace.
Helping the group with a laugh to spare.
She stitches torn straps and offers her hand,
A queen of the track in this timeless land.
For beauty and skill in her life entwine,
A bushland star with a light that shines.
When the convoy rests and the engines sleep,
She gazes at horizons wide and deep.
Her passion for driving, her love for the land,
Flow together like rivers through the sand.
A rev-head legend, with fire and grace,
Carving her path in the outback’s embrace.
By the riverbank where the gum trees sway,
The bikini beauties hold court today.
Their laughter rings as the water flows,
With bronzed young skin from the sunlight glows.
The young men with their machines tricked out,
Know it's not complete without a princess about.
They perch on tailgates, legs hanging free,
Barefoot queens of the 4WD spree.
Their smiles are dazzling, their tans on point,
As the engines rumble ready to leave this joint.
They tease the lads with a playful call,
Knowing full well they’re admired by all.
The bikini beauties hold court today.
Their laughter rings as the water flows,
With bronzed young skin from the sunlight glows.
The young men with their machines tricked out,
Know it's not complete without a princess about.
They perch on tailgates, legs hanging free,
Barefoot queens of the 4WD spree.
Their smiles are dazzling, their tans on point,
As the engines rumble ready to leave this joint.
They tease the lads with a playful call,
Knowing full well they’re admired by all.
Through rugged tracks and the bushland wide,
The 4WD Ladies take it in stride.
With grit and grace, they own the land,
Guiding the way with a steady hand.
In Australia’s heart, their spirits shine,
The 4WD Ladies, bold and fine.
From the bikini-clad girls with daring flair,
To reluctant partners with a wistful stare,
And the rev-head driver with skill and grace,
Through mud and dust, they claim their place.
Their spirits echo where the wild winds roam,
Leaving their mark across Australia’s home.
The 4WD Ladies take it in stride.
With grit and grace, they own the land,
Guiding the way with a steady hand.
In Australia’s heart, their spirits shine,
The 4WD Ladies, bold and fine.
From the bikini-clad girls with daring flair,
To reluctant partners with a wistful stare,
And the rev-head driver with skill and grace,
Through mud and dust, they claim their place.
Their spirits echo where the wild winds roam,
Leaving their mark across Australia’s home.
“Is that all you’ve got?” they laugh at the boys,
While tossing their hair with effortless poise.
Their challenge is met with a knowing grin,
As the fellas rev up, determined to win.
But their flexing strength is no real prize-
It’s the girls’ approval that meets their eyes.
They splash in the shallows, a daring display,
Cooling their skin in the heat of the day.
Their beauty’s a mirage, fleeting but real,
Adding a spark to the convoy’s appeal.
For in their presence, the bush seems tame,
Lit by their charm and their endless game.
While tossing their hair with effortless poise.
Their challenge is met with a knowing grin,
As the fellas rev up, determined to win.
But their flexing strength is no real prize-
It’s the girls’ approval that meets their eyes.
They splash in the shallows, a daring display,
Cooling their skin in the heat of the day.
Their beauty’s a mirage, fleeting but real,
Adding a spark to the convoy’s appeal.
For in their presence, the bush seems tame,
Lit by their charm and their endless game.
Yet there’s more than meets the wandering gaze,
A spirit untamed by the outback’s haze.
They love the freedom, the wild expanse,
The echoing trails and the sunlit dance.
The boys may compete, but the truth is clear-
These women own the spotlight here.
When night settles in and the stars grow bright,
The beauties still glow in the fire’s light.
They sip from cans with an easy grace,
Blending with nature’s untamed space.
The lads may dream, but deep inside,
They know these women lead the ride.
A spirit untamed by the outback’s haze.
They love the freedom, the wild expanse,
The echoing trails and the sunlit dance.
The boys may compete, but the truth is clear-
These women own the spotlight here.
When night settles in and the stars grow bright,
The beauties still glow in the fire’s light.
They sip from cans with an easy grace,
Blending with nature’s untamed space.
The lads may dream, but deep inside,
They know these women lead the ride.
She slouches in the seat with a wistful sigh,
Watching the dust swirl up to the sky.
The engine roars, the tyres churn,
But her thoughts are fixed on city’s return.
“This isn’t my scene,” she grumbles low,
As the rugged bushland begins to grow.
Her partner’s enthralled, his hands on the wheel,
While she glares at the mud and the jolting steel.
The bumps and bogs are his prideful game,
But to her, they all look the same.
She checks her nails with a tired glance,
Dreaming of heels and a ballroom dance.
Watching the dust swirl up to the sky.
The engine roars, the tyres churn,
But her thoughts are fixed on city’s return.
“This isn’t my scene,” she grumbles low,
As the rugged bushland begins to grow.
Her partner’s enthralled, his hands on the wheel,
While she glares at the mud and the jolting steel.
The bumps and bogs are his prideful game,
But to her, they all look the same.
She checks her nails with a tired glance,
Dreaming of heels and a ballroom dance.
The campfire flickers, the mozzies bite,
She sits on a log in the fading light.
“This isn’t romance,” she says with a sneer,
“Where’s the wine and the chandelier?”
Her partner chuckles, his love sincere,
But she’s still wishing for a café near.
Yet even she can’t deny the sky,
When it bursts with stars as the night rolls by.
The Milky Way stretches, vast and grand,
And she feels the touch of the endless land.
For a fleeting moment, her frown departs,
As the outback whispers into her heart.
She sits on a log in the fading light.
“This isn’t romance,” she says with a sneer,
“Where’s the wine and the chandelier?”
Her partner chuckles, his love sincere,
But she’s still wishing for a café near.
Yet even she can’t deny the sky,
When it bursts with stars as the night rolls by.
The Milky Way stretches, vast and grand,
And she feels the touch of the endless land.
For a fleeting moment, her frown departs,
As the outback whispers into her heart.
By morning, she’s back to her restless state,
Her patience thinning, her temper innate.
But a curious warmth begins to spark,
As she watches a kookaburra’s lark.
In the rugged wild, her soul may find
A reason to soften, to leave doubt behind.
Though she may not admit it, not just yet,
The bush holds a charm she can’t forget.
Her reluctant steps on the outback sand
Leave traces of someone who might understand.
For love and nature, though slow to blend,
May find their way to her heart in the end.
Her patience thinning, her temper innate.
But a curious warmth begins to spark,
As she watches a kookaburra’s lark.
In the rugged wild, her soul may find
A reason to soften, to leave doubt behind.
Though she may not admit it, not just yet,
The bush holds a charm she can’t forget.
Her reluctant steps on the outback sand
Leave traces of someone who might understand.
For love and nature, though slow to blend,
May find their way to her heart in the end.
With boots on her feet and a fitted dress,
She’s the queen of the track, and she’s here to impress.
Her rig’s custom-tuned, her tyres thick,
She masters the trails with a confident flick.
But it’s not just skill that sets her apart-
It’s her generous smile and her kind heart.
The boys step back as she grips the wheel,
Her focus sharp, her resolve like steel.
Through mud and rock, she leads the charge,
Navigating paths both fierce and large.
Her beauty’s striking, her poise refined,
But it’s her talent and grace that blow their mind.
She’s the queen of the track, and she’s here to impress.
Her rig’s custom-tuned, her tyres thick,
She masters the trails with a confident flick.
But it’s not just skill that sets her apart-
It’s her generous smile and her kind heart.
The boys step back as she grips the wheel,
Her focus sharp, her resolve like steel.
Through mud and rock, she leads the charge,
Navigating paths both fierce and large.
Her beauty’s striking, her poise refined,
But it’s her talent and grace that blow their mind.
“Watch and learn,” she calls with a wink,
As she tackles a crossing that made others sink.
She pulls up her rig on the farthest shore,
Then helps the others to settle the score.
She’s gentle and kind, though her skills amaze,
A leader of tracks and a muse of praise.
Her charm is disarming, her presence serene,
Yet she thrives where the wild is rough and mean.
No trail too daunting, no climb too steep,
Her heart beats fast where the dangers creep.
And though she’s a rev-head through and through,
Her quiet strength is what others pursue.
As she tackles a crossing that made others sink.
She pulls up her rig on the farthest shore,
Then helps the others to settle the score.
She’s gentle and kind, though her skills amaze,
A leader of tracks and a muse of praise.
Her charm is disarming, her presence serene,
Yet she thrives where the wild is rough and mean.
No trail too daunting, no climb too steep,
Her heart beats fast where the dangers creep.
And though she’s a rev-head through and through,
Her quiet strength is what others pursue.
At camp, she’s a beacon of warmth and care,
Helping the group with a laugh to spare.
She stitches torn straps and offers her hand,
A queen of the track in this timeless land.
For beauty and skill in her life entwine,
A bushland star with a light that shines.
When the convoy rests and the engines sleep,
She gazes at horizons wide and deep.
Her passion for driving, her love for the land,
Flow together like rivers through the sand.
A rev-head legend, with fire and grace,
Carving her path in the outback’s embrace.
Helping the group with a laugh to spare.
She stitches torn straps and offers her hand,
A queen of the track in this timeless land.
For beauty and skill in her life entwine,
A bushland star with a light that shines.
When the convoy rests and the engines sleep,
She gazes at horizons wide and deep.
Her passion for driving, her love for the land,
Flow together like rivers through the sand.
A rev-head legend, with fire and grace,
Carving her path in the outback’s embrace.
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