Frank Of Koroit Poem by Francis Duggan

Frank Of Koroit



The highways and the byways of Australia he has travelled up and down
Frank's the manager of Alex's Wok in famed old Koroit Town
He has bought himself a touring bus despite the disapproval of his Sue
To the way he feels and the way he is he is only feeling true
The wanderlust still in his heart for the great open road
For the highways and the byways of the no fixed abode
For the roads that lead out of Koroit to take him to elsewhere
Through the brown lands and the outback towns of the big country out there
The best liked person in Koroit he has a heart of gold
And like all males with the lust for life he only fears growing old
He likes the people of Koroit and they hope with them he'll stay
But the wanderlust is in his heart for places far away
From the Moyne Shire in Victoria and the flatlands by the sea
Out there in the big Country many wonders for to see.

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