How very wind blown this looks so fresh and crisp and clean
the ocean is so crystal blue the grass so very green
the rocks are black by the sea and brown from the sun’s caress
but none of it makes me crave to be there any less

Mind you I’d miss my gumtrees
and the scent of eucalypt on the breeze
and the warble of maggies and whip if a bell
even the screeches of cockies if truth tell

So perhaps just a visit to whet my appetite
I’ll stay a while and poke around and maybe stop the night
perhaps I’ll stay a goodly month and really look around
go pub crawling all over and sleep in my swag on the ground

I’d love to sing at a cleidah and dance on a cobbled street
hear tales of old from wizened men whilst warmed by fires of peat
and tell a few yarns of my own sing a bush ballad or two
and spend the time appreciating the likeness of me to you

Sadly then I’d come on home and tell my mob where’d I’d been
I’d waffle on for hours and hours of who I’d met and what I’d seen
by day I’ll dream of Ireland and my time on her comely shore
at night I’ll wish I were back there and be Eire forever more!

~ adgray © 2009