Down
Under Dream.
I
know nothing of this isle,
a
continent where prisoners sent,
began
a rule of law and more,
to
found a place of dreams.
Everyone
has told a story,
of
how the outback's glory,
entered
swiftly into their souls,
drinking
nectar down, in watering holes.
Alice
springs into my mind,
where
a nation began it's history,
on
a rock that holds a mystery,
and
people of the land command,
The
way to embrace natures hand.
Sydney
brought more pride to share
opera
sung, to oceans of blue,
in
harbours bridged, for me and you.
Golden
are the coasts of sand,
great
barrier reefs where divers
see,
the whole range of colours,
more
fish are here than any others.
Paradise
on earth could be seen,
when
all I do each day is dream.
The
way my heart shall feel,
now
tells me what is very real.
Scorched
a land, by sun and wind,
but
yet the temperatures grow cool,
I
cross the aeon’s and see no fool,
who
squandered the Aboriginal traditions.
Dundee
has fought his final Crock',
my
mind now floats over, Ayers rock.
What
Digiridu do you always hear,
where
the sounds of freedom ring my ear ?
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