World presents digital pixels Eyes adjust to scenery Day long listening To hearts on repeat Stories neverending Appeals, demands Longings, refusals Understanding A girl in the background Crying Dog barking Train horn in Dehli Automatic voice On the Toongabbie line Selling my song No cleaner air Than what I breathe Come down toward Just shy of Antarctic Weather is fine here How could you think twice?
Some would prefer to be Locked in a warm embrace Holding hands on Summer's day Dressing up for a parade
Underneath veneer new love Springs to mind the perils of Weighing strangers with a thumb Viewed through tiny window
Only thing to weigh my mind The thought of you riding Over mountains, rivers, coastlines Scenery found by your thighs
All the heartache, sweat and tears Over so many years Devoting nature's wisdom To so many ears
Keeping so very busy With thoughts of making plans Though there's never any demand Greater love in absent fan
‘Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, merry merry king of the bush is he, laugh kookaburra laugh kookaburra, gay your life must be.‘ ~ Australiana song by Marion Sinclair