Little Bits Missed

I long to hear an Aussie voice and see an Aussie smile

And to sink an ice cold Melbourne in true blue Aussie style.

I long to see the red dust blow from over Hillston way,

And to hear an Aussie voice bellowing out “Gidday!”

I long to sit in the Top Hydro and hear all the local news

Just to sit there all Saturday bein’ on the booze.

I long to see the road to home and the channel banks so high,

To see the rice harvest going and galahs screeching in the sky.

The flat lands only broken by the tall green gum

And to taste the familiar bite of Coke and Bundy rum.

I long to see the ‘Bidgee’, its wide muddy stream

And the early morning sun that makes the water gleam.

I long to stand among the gums and to hear the wild bush sounds,

To feel the dust between my toes and know I’m on Aussie ground.

Craig

1978

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