The real Australia


From gum trees, coalmines,
and sand stone cliffs,
my Australia took shape.

With Saturday morning soccer
and sun-warmed school milk,
young minds were formed.

Miles of listing power-poles
and dusty beige horizons,
framed my own backyard.

Summers of “c’mon Aussie”
and teenagers in bikinis,
wiled away Christmas holidays.

Blue and gold winters
and grey school corridors
filled my restless days.

Now I’m seeing the
real Australia from the
windscreen of morning traffic.


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