Where Is 'home'? Poem by Warren Brown

I like to look up to the sky at night, with starlight shining bright
And I marvel at the splendour of this vista spread before me.
Oh, that I could stand on high and view where I will be some night
That place we're looking for, our "home", that place that I can't see.

I'd love to know what's wrong with me, why I cannot settle down
The urge to squat somewhere is very strong but there are strings attached
I must have space around me and its most unlikely I'll find it in a town
I like to see the stars but I like to see them clear and sparkling, untouched.

The city life is not for me, like Clancy, I relish the wide blue yonder
Where men are men and country people put on the kettle
If you should call as you are going past, come in, have a cup and ponder
The ways of the world without the TV news, that's the place I'd settle!

A man should have a shed, they're good for the soul, just like a church!
And in the shed magic hands will wed timber and glue and iron and steel
Grandkids billycarts, doll houses too, and build a cockatoo's perch
A home for dogs and nails, nuts and bolts and washers, numerous screws I feel.

I know what I want, I see it clear -I just don't know where it is!
And in the evening moonlight I shall wander by the creek
I will hear the night owls softly calling to their mates
The frogs will make a chorus and a platypus be shovelling with his beak.

The noise and rush of city life be gone forever and is never to be missed,
The quiet country town is down the road a bit - it is all we need
With neighbours stout and soil to yield the vegies, in the early sunlight kissed
A haven for ourselves, a dog or two, a magic place for grandkids every need!