One Day I'Ll Return To Boolara Poem by Francis Duggan

The narrow road through the high country it twists up and down all of the way
To the quiet old Town of Boolara I've not been there for many a day
But of the place I have good memories and fresh with me they will remain
Until I return to Boolara and drive down the high road again.

Boolara in the Strezlecki Ranges it has a quiet charm of it's own
Though it's not in the map of the World for commerce one might say not known,
A place that is free of pollution the air there is healthy and clean
I've been to some beautiful places though doubtful if better I've seen

Than Boolara in the Gippsland high country a place that has inspired poets to song
A sleepy old town in the valley to Mother Nature herself it belong
A place where one could live and feel happy away from the traffic and noise
Surrounded by high lush green paddocks under unpolluted skies.

One day I will drive up through Mirboo and travel the narrow road down
And stop for awhile in Boolara that beautiful old country Town
And walk through the park in the sun shine where butcherbird on a gum sing
And Nature's flowers bloom in their clusters on a warm day in the Spring.