Shallow Bay

When I was a kid it was prison
living so damn far away
A day into town was a mission
I hated my life in the Bay!

I whined about silence and dirt roads
the forest – a big looming space
A shed in the bush was our homestead
until this big house took its place

I couldn’t move out any faster
-once I’d completed year ten
I found myself back down in Sydney
-the land of the living..again

Returning to visit was different
– often I’d bring a new friend
The bay has her own special magic
and so they would come back again…

Now
Life in The bay is a blessing
a wonderful peaceful escape
Our home is surrounded by forest..
and dirt roads that wind round the lake

Our kids find it dull and depressing..
those long silent days in The bay
we smile and act sympathetic

We know that they’ll love it one day…

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