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
I prefer tranquility
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 beautious 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 the things upon the shore
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?
kev
If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size? (Sydney J. Harris)