Bush Magic Poem by Rod Morris

If you are ever in Australia and would like a change of pace,
Just four hours south of Sydney, I know this magic place.
Drive down the Prince's highway, past Bulli, Wollongong.
Through Port Kembla and Kiama, where the blowhole sings its song.
You continue past Bomaderry, Nowra, Klimpton, Tomerang.
A little more meanderin, then you reach Wandandian.
At Conjola have some tucker, a rest a bit of chatter.
A few more miles of sunburnt grass, your now at Yatteyattah.
Ulladullas next, then Burril Lake, you start to get that feel.
Just keep on for a few more miles; turn left about Termiel.
Through paperbarks and redgums you will hear the cockies screech.
At last your journeys over; you arrive at Merry Beach.
We spent many happy days there, not once did we get bored.
A warm campfire, a glass of port, our good friends Keith and Aud.
The memory of our times there, just north of Batemans Bay.
A friendship forged through happiness, we think of every day.