AUSSIE GIRL
She's got sand between her toes
and a sunburnt freckled nose
She was raised on red dirt roads
where the eucalyptus grows
She goes prawning late at night
with a fish net and flash light
Her smile's warm and bright
and her humour's soft and light
She's been taught to never moan
'Cop it sweet and hold your own'
Like the land that she calls home
she will weather the unknown
Whitewash running at her feet
in the lazy summer heat
It's a memory you'll keep
pure crystal clear and sweet...
It's funny how she shrugs
at the prehistoric bugs
The wildlife's outrageous
but her laughter's just contagious
It's all a part of everything she loves
Nobody loves life, like an Aussie does
Prawning late at night! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice. welcome to PH! i like prehistoric bugs as long as they don't eat me alive; they can have me once i'm dead. i enjoyed your rhyming. bri ;)