Old Memories He Does Visit

A long way from here to the far away town Where the narrow road by the mountains does wind up and down Where no factory smoke is to be seen in the sky And the big dark brown weerloos do call as they fly Above the wooded hills from here far away Such beauty he does visualize every day In the home of the wombat and wallaby and gray kangaroo And kookaburra and rosella and sulfur crested cockatoo In places of human created pollution quite free In fancy the far away hills he does see Where Nature is at peace far from the noisy street In the place where the creek and the river does meet And the currawong call in the gloam before rain Old memories he does visit again and again.