Daughter

There is a one I love
Who wanders far and free
Who pens adventures down
Her immortality

Her footsteps tread but lightly
Amidst nature's crown
Pause for meditating
Moments looking down

Her way is followed freely
By many searching ways
Weather turns and still she swills
A whisky end of day

If nature is a mother
She is a daughter true
Our itchy feet are longing
To tread behind in twos
Pirates Bay, Tasmania

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