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


Time stands still
On the frontier
Of our goodwill
Rest in place

Heart is warm
Yet bones are chill
Listen for longer
Song of whipoorwill

If none have ears
Is love a bitter pill?
Sun peeps too soon
Rest in me until

Wattle bloom in June
Gone too soon
Port Arthur, Tasmania