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Robert Harrison
Guest
A MESSAGE FROM DOWNUNDER
I’M AN OLD BRUMMY WRITING FROM DOWNUNDER,
A COUNTRY OF DROUGHT AND DRAWNOUT THUNDER
WHERE THE DINGO’S CALL HAUNTS YOU ALL NIGHT LONG,
ABORIGINY TELL OF PAST GLORY SUNG IN MOURNFUL STORY
BLOWING INTO DIGGERY BY THE JOLLY SWAGMANS BILLABONG.
IT IS COUNTRY OF VAST PROPORTION, STRETCHING FAR BEYOND
THE BEATEN TRACK.
AND YOUR TRAVEL ONLY STOPS WHEN YOU REACH THE NEAREST
STAR.
WHERE THE BONES OF CATTLE AND OF MEN WHO HAVE ENTERED
THE GREAT OUTBACK
CAN BE SEEN AS YOU TRECK THE SANDY DESERTS FROM URANDANGI
TO KINGOONYA.
I’M AN OLD BRUMMY WRITING FROM DOWNUNDER,
A COUNTRY BLESSED WITH BEAUTY AND OF WONDER,
FROM THE TOP END AT CAPE YORK AT OLD MAPOON.
TO THE CASARINA ISLES, AT THE POINT OF WESTERN A
SHARK BAY ON THE INDIAN TO QUEENSLANDS OLD YEPOON.
I’M AN OLD BRUMMY WRITING FROM DOWNUNDER,
A COUNTRY OF DROUGHT AND DRAWNOUT THUNDER
WHERE THE DINGO’S CALL HAUNTS YOU ALL NIGHT LONG,
ABORIGINY TELL OF PAST GLORY SUNG IN MOURNFUL STORY
BLOWING INTO DIGGERY BY THE JOLLY SWAGMANS BILLABONG.
IT IS COUNTRY OF VAST PROPORTION, STRETCHING FAR BEYOND
THE BEATEN TRACK.
AND YOUR TRAVEL ONLY STOPS WHEN YOU REACH THE NEAREST
STAR.
WHERE THE BONES OF CATTLE AND OF MEN WHO HAVE ENTERED
THE GREAT OUTBACK
CAN BE SEEN AS YOU TRECK THE SANDY DESERTS FROM URANDANGI
TO KINGOONYA.
I’M AN OLD BRUMMY WRITING FROM DOWNUNDER,
A COUNTRY BLESSED WITH BEAUTY AND OF WONDER,
FROM THE TOP END AT CAPE YORK AT OLD MAPOON.
TO THE CASARINA ISLES, AT THE POINT OF WESTERN A
SHARK BAY ON THE INDIAN TO QUEENSLANDS OLD YEPOON.
I am not a cruel person but I have to ask the Laird to squash them as I can't live side by side with a spider no matter what size or shape. On the other hand, we had a pair of lovely possums in the gum tree next door and a wonderful blue tongue lizard in our front garden recently. They're okay!
