Hypnotised under a blue southern sky;
I hear, the twitter of birds from the roof,
And rustle of trees in a summer breeze.
Listening, musing, reflecting, the day through.
Soon, I hear, the soft purr of an engine
As a mate, comes home, consumed with folly;
Who, happy and drunk, bellows from the street:
“If only I could win the lottery”
As his laughter fades into his town house
My mind echoes on his conversation.
Images of last night’s doco weighs in
Playing with my thoughts, my meditation.
Today is about the lucky country;
Like a billabong of long time ago
Every nation has been to this great land
Our strong diversity – is all we know.
We are a nation of freedom and choice,
Although it hasn’t always been the case
But we are growing, with education;
And patience, and respect to each other’s place.
We get to breathe the sun and the sea.
We get to dance under the Southern Cross.
We get to laugh and sing to our hearts content.
We never have to be alone, sorry or lost.
Still the helicopter tears through the blue
Like a reminder that all is not fair,
It roars from the mountains to the city
Looking for hope, faith, someone to care.
So, the question of lottery? Is this.
We exist. We dance to our own beat
Knowing tomorrow will come, safe and sound.
We got the jackpot – on humanity!
4 thoughts on “‘Straya Day”
Lovely Charlie, well written and a good Australia Day tribute.
Thank you 🙂
an inspiring poem, Charleh 🙂 thank you for sharing
Thank you sir. Hope you’re enjoying the sunshine and long weekend!