The Life For Me
For far shires beyond the western red sun
I’m leaving the Land of the Long White Cloud -
to journey across the blue horizon
where cockatoos in bloodwoods sing aloud.
Trading in my black singlet and swanndri
for a swag and a croc tooth akubra,
so hoo-roo Long Bay and gidday Bondi
where blokes drink Bundy Rum, not Coruba!
Leaving a world where reality bites
for the Dreamtime People’s great southern land -
outback bushies and cork hat urbanites
in the convict Land of the Long White Sand.
Now the Sunshine Coast is the life for me
in palisades and canals by the sea.
Written: July 1997
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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