This is just one of the sculpture of the the living scalptures at Broken Hill
This is a poem I wrote
Sculptures in the Desert
As the sun sinks into the horizon,
These sculptures come alive,
Standing tall and proud,
In the desert where they survive.
The beautiful reds and earthy tones,
Just love this moving sun.
But are truly at their best,
When the sun is nearly done.
Many came together,
To give this gift a path.
So you and I can stroll around,
And take pleasure in what's come to pass