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I’d like to awake in the west
where the birds would be my home
galahs then king parrots too
out where the kookaburras roam
then snakes and lizards would dance
around my window sill
til sunlight did awake me
with that brilliant morning chill

Out where the basalt cracks
on those blackened Coolabah plains
where fish swim ever southward
escaping the cotton mans drain
where Sunday afternoons sing
with laughter
boots and soul
yes take me back out west
before I grow too old