Why does this feel like home?
Why do I itch to be there in my Baramah and dryzabone?
Why did I wake to the laugh of the Kookaburras and the magpies warble?
Why can I smell redgum smoke and billy tea and porridge?
Why can I hear the cattle low and the horses snuffle and stamp?
Why can I smell the freshness of the mist and the eucalypt dew?
Why can I hear the peep of a bell bird the whip of the lyre?
Why can I feel eager and energized with life?
Why can’t I?
~ adgray 2009