The silver gulls cry at the dawn of the day <br />Where the big surf waves rumble into Venus bay <br />And spend the great anger of their every surge with a mighty roar <br />As they crash on the beach of the Southern Shore <br />It has been awhile now maybe five years or more <br />Since I last was in Venus Bay near Tarwin Lower <br />The mud nest building magpie lark called out pee wee <br />In the Park of the Village quite close to the sea <br />Yet in my flights of fancy I hear and I see <br />The musk lorikeets on a flowering gum tree <br />In coastal Southern Gippsland from here far away <br />And in my visualization I'm back there today <br />Where the huge surf waves crash in the dawn of the day <br />Upon the white sands of old Venus Bay.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-visualization-of-venus-bay/
