What makes the Kimberley spirit more than legendary tough?
Is it survival of the fittest, or counting who has had enough?
It’s not a sunrise bold and stunning, that makes me sit in awe,
But a sunset drenched in cane-grass smoke, born of local law.
On a journey from Tintinara to Adelaide South Australia in 1983, I stopped to inspect a crop between Coonalpyn and Coomandook, during one of the worst droughts SA had ever seen. This crop had been frosted, the grain badly pinched & was left for the sheep to finish.