(Rhubee Neale Poem 2025)

Where My Spirit Belongs by Rhubee Neale

The peppercorn trees sway with grace,

In golden light, they find their place,

Leaves glimmering like emerald gems,

As sunbeams dance on nature’s hems.

Their branches rustle, a soft refrain,

A soothing song in a gentle strain,

As twilight whispers through the land,

Ghost gums stand tall, a regal band.

With trunks that glow in fading light,

They cradle stories, ancient and bright,

Each tree a keeper of tales untold,

Waiting for listeners, wise and bold.

Warm red sand beneath my feet,

A grounding touch, both fierce and sweet,

This ochre earth, alive with power,

Cradles generations, hour by hour.

My heartbeat syncs with nature’s call,

A pulse that echoes through it all,

Where desert sings and eagles glide,

Here, in this space, my spirit resides.

The creek beds shimmer in moon’s embrace,

Reflecting stars in divine grace,

The wind entwines with secrets at play,

Whispers of night, guiding my way.

Each breeze brings forth a tale of yore,

Inviting me to listen, to explore,

At dawn, the sky unrolls like gold,

Painting stories of a land so old.

Amongst city lights, like rivers they blaze,

Yet my heart longs for the rangers’ ways,

Guardians of paths, with reverent stride,

In dusty roads, my soul takes pride.

The dawn chorus soars through the brightening air,

A jubilant symphony, rich and rare,

While campfire shadows dance in delight,

Enriching my spirit with warmth and light.

When my time comes and I lay to rest,

Beneath open skies, in peace, I’ll nest,

In a cradle of earth, where the stars gleam,

And winds weave my essence in a timeless dream.

So take me back where the desert sings,

Where eagles soar on majestic wings,

In the land I cherish, woven and strong,

Part of its story, where I truly belong.