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                                                                                                              MUSINGS OF A POMMY MIGRANT

                                                                                                               I love my boat, she's good for me
                                                                                                               She takes me out across the sea
                                                                                                               To places I've not seen before
                                                                                                               Majestic dunes and golden shore
                                                                                                               The bays, the creeks, I love to roam
                                                                                                               Since first I called Australia home
                                                                                                               A crowded beach, that's not for me
                                                                                                               For I prefer tranquillity
                                                                                                               The dugong, turtle, mighty whale
                                                                                                               They fill my thoughts when first I sail
                                                                                                               From ramp, to beacon, then out of sight
                                                                                                               Into the beauty of first light
                                                                                                               Far from worries, care and woe
                                                                                                               To beauteous sights, I now do go
                                                                                                               The mangrove trees, the soldier crab
                                                                                                               Who moves across the mud so drab
                                                                                                               But even “drab" is beautiful
                                                                                                               If viewed through eyes that are not dull
                                                                                                               So what about the mortgage rate?
                                                                                                               So what about the bill paid late?
                                                                                                               So what about the price of fuel?
                                                                                                               So what about the hosepipe rule?
                                                                                                               So what about the strife torn world
                                                                                                               And all the insults that are hurled?
                                                                                                               By *pollies who simply fail to see
                                                                                                               How many more are just like me
                                                                                                               Who simply like the finer things
                                                                                                               That this Lucky Country brings
                                                                                                               The buzzards call, the eagle's cry
                                                                                                               Gliding gracefully 'cross the sky
                                                                                                               The sparkling sea, the glistening sand
                                                                                                               The sunrise spreading 'cross the land
                                                                                                               The mighty cliffs, the breaker's roar
                                                                                                               The wash retreating from the shore
                                                                                                               The heron's stalk, the plovers walk
                                                                                                               These the things of which I talk
                                                                                                               To children who are filled with awe
                                                                                                               Of all these things and many more
                                                                                                               All these things I hold quite dear
                                                                                                               When seen through eyes that are now clear
                                                                                                                From mist of toil and haze of war
                                                                                                                And all that has been gone before
                                                                                                                By men who know not what I know
                                                                                                                Of wonderment and nature's glow
                                                                                                                 I love my boat she's good to me
                                                                                                                 But more than this, I plainly see
                                                                                                                 It wasn't her that gave to me
                                                                                                                 It was Australia, don't you see?



                                                                                                                                                                                                  *Pollies - Politicians




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My wife, Bridget, with Ricoh, Dylan and Megan at Downderry beach, Cornwall

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