Jacobs Well, Queensland
What Extreme things could I say that I have done?
Well! Now, this could turn out to be a bit of fun;
for what may be called extreme by the number of one;
might just be considered to be rather tame by some;
I’ve broken in some horses and I’ve gentled some too;
and I’ve ridden with gusto, where would dare but a few.
Out in the desert, where only the lizards do scurry;
I tried my luck, with thoughts, to get rich in a hurry:
I’ve worked in the mines, so deep under the ground;
but not for me, the precious things that were found:
I returned to the coast, where I surfed for a while;
I was almost a Hippy, and lived a peaceful lifestyle.
As I travelled along, I wrote down many the song;
but still, I could find no place where I felt I belonged:
In wet lands I trekked, and through sunburned plains;
my search led me for years, to find my elusive domain:
Oft’ I wandered in good company, but more oft’ alone;
looking, trying to find a place that I could call my home.
Beneath the Southern Cross, in this land of extremes;
where both the rich and the poor dare to still dream;
in freedom won by the brave, they who came before;
to bequeath such opportunity for the one and for all;
now I write my own passage, in words that are mine;
I’ve found home, Australia, it was here all the time.
Bio: David began this piece in an attempt to answer a question posed by his sweetheart Tori. As so often happens, David went off on a bit of a tangent and it became something of an Australiana Poem instead. The title for this piece was chosen by one of David’s ‘Writers Ink’ buddies, author extraordinaire James Craib, whose many fine works can also be found on this narratorINTERNATIONAL site.