Paul Barratt


Our Culture


We are all just
Just here looking all around
Around the world, we have come
Come to a land
Land of fortune
Fortune to all, we are all different
Different we dare, show us your culture
Culture is all around us
Us be taught, us be educated
Educated we will survive
Survive as many peoples
Peoples are very dear
Dear to our country
Country is our home
Home to very many
Many different cultures
Australian culture, of course.

Submitted: Saturday, May 14, 2005

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  • Mary Nagy (11/11/2005 6:49:00 PM)

    I love how you structured this Paul! Very creative......the few people I've 'met' from Australia have been some of the nicest people ever. Great poem. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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