Under the open sky

Being remembrance day I wanted to write something truly Australian

Under the open sky

Across where the Never Never land ranges

Where the bush chapel ranges

Under the open sky

For whom ever roams by

Echo's God's praises

The open sky full of stars

That shine the way

For travelers that roam this land

Days filled with heat, fierce winds

Heat waves that flow, piercing eyes

Bearded and Bronzed men have roamed this land

Voices low and dry, hard working men

Searching for the bush chapel

Under the open sky

Travelers roam this land, today

Camping under the open sky

Searching for stars that show his Glory

Across where the Never Never Land ranges

As far as the eye can see

Days filled with heat, fierce winds

His love shines under the stars

Telling the story of Gods love

The bush chapel is where you find it

Under the stars of the outback

Or in the city under the stars

Maybe a chapel in the park

Author's Note

A tribute to Australian that roam our land

Reviews

[David Scott]

I am sure you have hidden more gems from Australian culture in this poetry than I will recognize, but I did enjoy the authentic cultural experience of the read.
I think we might call the "bush chapel" the "green cathedral" here in the Carolina mountains. :)

[B.J]

I'm glad you liked it, with our Remembrance day truly I wanted to write something truly Australian. Soldiers came back from France and Gallipoli and just roamed the land because they could not settle. At least some of them