Two absorbing days on Fraser once again,
didn’t get to see a single lean and hungry
dingo prowling with intent upon the beach
or hear the spirits calling facelessly in dead
of night. We spent our time contagiously on
sandy tracks with bumps and grinds of 4WD
in company of family and special friends,
amazed we were so easily seduced.
Was life reduced to bits we liked and choice
was free we’d want to stay midst dunes and
ancient sand lagoons with timeless trees, not
be reminded needlessly by tourists of the
World we left behind, assured serenely why we
chose an antique Island’s ever shifting sand.
didn’t get to see a single lean and hungry
dingo prowling with intent upon the beach
or hear the spirits calling facelessly in dead
of night. We spent our time contagiously on
sandy tracks with bumps and grinds of 4WD
in company of family and special friends,
amazed we were so easily seduced.
Was life reduced to bits we liked and choice
was free we’d want to stay midst dunes and
ancient sand lagoons with timeless trees, not
be reminded needlessly by tourists of the
World we left behind, assured serenely why we
chose an antique Island’s ever shifting sand.
© 21 April 2008, I. D. Carswell
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