Old Mack Truck

• Talia Loechel, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Driving down the old desert track
Straight past the corrugated shack
Looking at the ground and sky
Realising all the dirt is dry
Tis nothing but dust out the back
And the song from a rumbling ol Mack
The sun staring at me in through my window
I now only have a few hours to go
I then begin to feel slack
So I decide to whip out my snack
Watching me chew on a delicious meat pie
The eagle is a lurking spy
In town, I give my brakes a wack
I complete the Birdsville track