We embarked upon our journey Almost two long weeks ago. We’d packed our bags with many things, But left room for them to grow. So down the freeway we did drive On that late December day, Through Sydney traffic we did ply As we headed for the train. We didn’t know what to expect, How big would our cabin be? We jumped aboard and stowed our things There were so many things to see. This tiny berth would be our home For the next three days and nights, We made some friends and drank some wine, Sampled culinary delights. But more than just a home for us The train rolled down the track To take us ‘cross the continent – Australian outback! The scenery spectacular – With hills and desert plains, And farming land, suburbia, We viewed it from the train. We stopped a bit along the way Saw Broken Hill and Cook, In Adelaide we took a tour, In Kalgoorlie, had a look. But finally, we did arrive At Perth, our destination, Said our goodbyes and grabbed our bags, As...
My Mum came from a property From up ‘round Queensland way. It was actually in New South Wales - My favourite place to stay. She called it ‘home’ and somehow it Was also ‘home’ for me. I loved the holidays I spent – We drove up from Sydney. The trip was long, the roads weren’t good, Travelled through day and night, With burning sun that baked us dry, Then blinded by headlights. But as the miles would melt away And we would get real close, I’d start to get a tingle that Went right down to my toes. Anticipation was so high, I’d squiggle and I’d squirm, And stretch to see a glimpse of ‘home’ When we made that final turn. We’d see the trees that ‘broke’ the wind And stood so straight and tall, Where underneath the needles lie - Make a carpet where they fall. Then next we’d see a silhouette Of a homestead on the rise With tin roof shine and chimney smoke That signified lit fires. The last half mile just seemed so long As we trundled down the drive, The ...