The Bug Of Wander Is Still In Him Poem by Francis Duggan

He often talks about the Coorong the Coorong from here far away
And the quiet coastal Town of Meningie where in the park as a boy he did play
Football with his young friends back in the eighties he does wonder now where are they
They too like him are getting older the years have left them looking gray.

He has travelled around the big Country from Adelaide northwards to Broome
And in the Kimberleys of Western Australia he has seen the wildflowers in bloom
Been to Darwin and Cape York Peninsula and south to Goondiwindi Town
The highways and byways of New South Wales and Queensland he has criss-crossed and driven up and down.

He has shorn sheep in the great outback he has been there and he has done that
Worked on buildings sites in Geelong in Victoria and lain sewerage pipes in Ballarat
In his forty fifth year his best days are behind him but there is much travel in him yet
And that he has not yet fathered children doesn't seem to him cause for regret.

He has made love to so many women and broken the hearts of a few
But always another Town beckons and he always yearns for places new
The bug of wander is still in him there's another Town down the highway
But he still talks of his Hometown of Meningie and his school friends of a bygone day.