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Holiday house beside the sea, where all Australians want to be.
A gnarly weekend, south coast retreat.
Go to “Glorean” and put up your feet.
Head out of Sydney down the hills you will be there in no time.
Turn at Oak flats, find your way.
It only takes a small part of your day.
Pull up at the safety house,
It smiles it shines, ready for you to wine and dine.
Relax with the red.
Choose your room they all have friendly bed spreads.
See! Once you are there, your really in the know.
Its Heathers hideaway on cloud 9, Glorean Castle by the lake.
Nothing to do, so just take a break.
 
Did I say break!
A guest, one of those people badly need of a break.
Had noted, that a holiday house usually had problems abounding.
One can say resounding, that Heather has made a home for all stay.
Someone said, a “beautiful abode”.
 
Look for the themes they are amongst the scheme.
The place says follow me, you find your fill up stairs and down.
You will see shells, and Coloured beach huts.
There are nautical themes & everything is excellently clean.
 
There are things from the past, aren’t those sea suite cases a blast.
Even the garage reminds you of Bill Kerr who lived there past.
 
There is truth in the rumour that the Loch Ness monster is not in the lake.
He is on the table to watch you eat your steak!
 
Lake Illawarra, dashed on the water by setting sun.
Take a walk along the lake, there is plenty of bikes & canoes.
Don’t forget to take off your shoes.
 
Colours of red, blue & yellow splash the walls,
Ornaments that the kids rate as cool.
There is the cupboard of fun, with games galore.
 
The halls a hoot, that pot dressed in shells doesn’t that just ring your holiday bells.
Pictures of the past remember days of the Airplane jelly song.
It did not matter if you did not know all the words.
Just hum along at the piano such fun.
 
Try a patio breakfast, behind the front glass.
Open the curtains to locals walking past, they think you’re strange.
But really who cares about their stares!
 
Watch out the window,
Where the Lavender grows its a small garden but it flows.
Out to the street and across to the park. 
Wait for the crows they might sky lark. 
One thing you find is the dogs don’t bark.
It’s a quiet place where the Illawarra waters flow.
 
Up on the veranda take some tea a biscuit or two, sit in the sun.
Onwards & outwards your mind enjoys the fun.
Did we mention more trinkets how funny are the cats in hats?
There is even a delightful sun baking rat.
 
Walk over to the lake each day and bath yourselves in golden sun rays,
See the pelicans, swimming around following the fishermen.
 
Sign the book before you go home.
In the house of houses you will never be alone.
You will return home refreshed.
Heather, we have to say you really, pamper your guests.
 
 
Colin   -  June 2006







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