The tittle is from a film back in the 70s
It was a small town in Australia during world war II
it was so desolete in the Australian desert
and the casualties were trasferred by choppers
there was no hospital there or here, so i fret again
it's a no man's land, waiting for pioneer to develop
dream on noral, we can start a community here..
Subhanallah we were granted the chance to observe
such beauty creations from ALLAH
this place is majestically the last and loveliest place
yet it can be the loneliest place on earth after Antartica
i never dream of seeing such spectacular beauty
other wonders are Mount Cook, highest peak on the Remarkables
and stunning Fiordland at Milford Sound
its the must-see attractions in New Zealand
homeward bound trip should be fast
to avoid the night safari drive we moved on at 6 pm
Nuha wanted to see puzzling world
at a small town name Wanaka
but that will be another 2 hours late
She should have booked a lodge there
eventually she had to forget and wish to come again
volcanic eruption long time ago
produce fertile land when lava flowed down the valleys
so there were scattered oasis of vineyards and fruit orchard
the Kiwinese called it vinery and fruitery
and chessery for the dairy farmyard
there must be a ribena farm somewhere here
At a small town name Cromwell
we stopped for fruits and honey
varieties of berries, grapes and cherries so sweet
pear and apples, nectarine and peach, plums and apricot
we bought a few of each...juicy and fruity-licious
at a small town name Alexandra
we stopped for petrol and solat
it was a one street town with only one gas station
but there was an I-site next to the central stories
it look like a hall -library-museum-church
we noticed a clock set high on the mountain
sun rays from the west illuminate the engraved clock, brilliant!
The wc in NZ were so clean and facilitate for the disabled
In the disabled unit, it was spacious with a sink enclose
so practical to the muslims for taharah as well as wudhu'
then we performed jama' and qasr solat at the balcony
the cold wind when the sun was out chilled the town
no wonder no one is outside, all scurried inside
to the warmth of the heater. we better be going as well..
At a small town name Roxburgh
finally the sun set and we were racing home
the shadows of the poplar and beech trees
can still be seen outlined the dark mountains
the poor sheeps are still hanging around
don't they run back to their shed?
llama and horses were already in the barn
At a small town name Lawrence
we saw lights and X'mas trees from houses
there was spotlight from the school nearby
relieved! as there was no street lights
butterflies in my stomach stop fluttering
i don't feel like sleeping, the rest was in dreamland
i kept talking to Nuha to keep her awake
ocasionally there were cars from opposite direction
our car is the only one heading south
It was pitch black in the pine woods
as we were going down the mountain
at a small town name Milton
we stopped again as Dhuha need to solat
Noral and I took turn to accompanied her
she prayed on the pavement by the toilet
with the coat as the sejadah.
its a peaceful and lonely one street town
not even a drunkard or punk wander about
after Waihola Lake, i took a deep breathe
there were street lights and road workers in action
alhamdulillah we finally reached Dunedin by 12 pm
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