On this island of Australia, <br />the love of which impales ya, <br />like an arrow through the core, <br />implying so much more. <br />I don't know how to tell ya, <br />least of all impel ya, <br />to feel the spell <br />that makes my spirits soar. <br /> <br />Whatever it is that ails ya, <br />bails you up, regales ya, <br />what medicine may cure your malady? <br />If not a nation's proud regalia <br />and heroic paraphernalia, <br />then the icons of our sporty pedigree. <br /> <br />On this island of Australia, <br />the history cuts and flails ya; <br />forever building fences, raising walls. <br />On this island of Australia, <br />no mystery need assail ya; <br />it's the culture on the margin <br />that defines us all. <br /> <br />On this island of Australia, <br />dismiss all fears of failure, <br />accept with an arid humour what must be. <br />On this island of Australia, <br />no setbacks can derail ya, <br />we all can cut the trail to destiny. <br /> <br />On this island of Australia, <br />unique and strange mammalia, <br />may find succour in a plethora of ways. <br />On this island of Australia, <br /> 'a fair go' will only fail ya, <br />when to the 'light up on the hill', <br />we hide our gaze. <br /> <br />On this island of Australia, <br />the love of which impales ya, <br />like an arrow through the core, <br />implying so much more. <br />I don't know how to tell ya, <br />least of all impel ya, <br />to feel the spell <br />that makes my spirits soar!<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-island-australia/
