Up
Queensland way they have some beautiful beaches
With
miles on miles of shifting creamy sands.
And
as you wander by the jutting reaches,
Islets
drift by hand in hand.
Gulls
cries carry across the bay, and lifted
By
their callers
Drift
downwards again to those below.
The
waves continuous roll across walls built
by
the tiny coral balls;
And
on the seabed,
All
life drifts by in the undertow.
The
great crashing sound of waves,
Brings
home to me,
Young
days of joy, adventure –
Of
wonder by the sea.
Animals
strange and marvelous,
Fish
and porpoise too;
Gather
round, pass on –
Gaze
incuriously at the view.
Sands
harsh white in the sunlight,
Become
soft marble beneath;
And
shark and dhu fish stalk their prey
To
end those lives so brief.