Back In Semaphore

I've not been in this Town for a year or maybe more But some familiar faces here that I 've seen before And people walk their dogs in park by the sea shore, It is good to be back in Semaphore. Off of the jetty in the bright sunshine The old fishing fellow casts his fishing line He hopes to catch a few good sized fish for tea Though of such there is not a guarantee Some Australian Aboriginals still live here In the shade of norfolk pine they sit and drink their beer They socialize as one big happy family In Semaphore the old Town by the sea. The silver gulls in large flocks congregate By picnic tables in the sun they wait Like hungry beggars crying to be fed On scraps of uneaten fish and meat and bread. On canvas an artist might capture the scene Of sunlit park of shades of brown and green Where the recreational cricket players cricket play And enjoy themselves on their weekend holiday. In the late afternoon a freshening sea breeze And mynas chirping on the sunlit trees And saltwater waves lap on the sandy shore, It feels good to be back in Semaphore.