Walkabout with my Pen (Chants from Walkabouts -1)

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Poem/song 2 of 230:  WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN


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Once drove an old sedan up north,
    From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth
    By train, to look without set plans.


I browsed through the trendy market,
    With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
    Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.


I dined in a scenic cafe;
    Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
    You go walkabout with your pen.”


Request or question, I don’t know -
    Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
    And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com

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