Australia Calling Home
I remember burning beaches and the rush of salty waves,
I remember long cool drinks in the shade of old tin shacks.
There were dusty tracks through bushland to hidden mountain pools,
And brainless boys who lived to tell of leaps from walls of rock.
We grew to slicked down teens on the hunt for bimbo blondes,
And our rusty hurtling cars were the terror of the streets.
We were careless of the hard bright sun, of booze and friendly smiles,
Then fell for love, the fix was in, Australia was our home.
(Port Macquarie beach, NSW; image courtesy of www.sydney-australia.biz)
.. for other examples of Thor’s poetry, see Time Passing