BUSH VANITY ©

By Christine Thiel

The bush is no place for vanity.

If you stress, it could cost your sanity.

The heat, sweat, dust and flies

Will smudge mascara into eyes.

Nature and wildlife dont care about lippy,

And without it you wont go dippy.

The grime clings to foundation,

But thats life out on a Kimberley cattle station.

Theres an extreme from coastal city lifestyle

To the inland rural domicile.

The anonymous hustle, bustle of suburban dwellers,

Generates smiles on faces of country girls and fellas.

The sophisticated fashionable dress sense

Would be a hazard on a barbed wire fence.

Stilletto heels, and torturous shoes,

Not as sensible as RMs, Rossis or denim blues.

Beautifully groomed or blow-dried hairstyle

With highlights and tinting, bring satisfied smiles.

But a wide-brimmed Akubra hat

Covers, and soon puts an end to all that.

Neatly manicured nails and pedicured feet

Ensure the overall appearance remains neat.

Inside Explorer sox and hardy footwear.

Those witnessing this scene remain unaware

Of the effort it took to look so groomed,

To grab attention when entering a room.

Out in the bush appearance begins

With how hard you work, and the attitude within.