Bora born
Tropic lagoon _
Sunset walk by the Cairns boardwalk
had Friday on my mind all week.
Music box voices across the water please me,
soar to greet foxes that fly overhead.
They sit about in their favourite fashion
families on blankets, those colourful spreads.
Kentucky fried chicken appears on their menu
bought from the store just across the street.
The little ones excited, explore all with wonder
too many eyes with care watch their flight.
Plenty of help if mum can't reach them
by the lagoon we enjoy this rhythm of the night.
Mum finds her little one to swing high above her
the watchful eye she's younger than most.
The rhythm flying free, alive in the moment
to feel her love and share it about.
Sandflies loop in the voice box informs us
the lady with aeroguard comes to his aide.
Two rock and rollers swing past the singers
the music box dancers with memories of old.
The frangipanni breeze drifts in toward me
reflections carried on this perfect sound stage.
Framed by the palms with their fish tails swaying
to the rhythm of the evening and the pulse of the night.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
had Friday on my mind all week.
Music box voices across the water please me,
soar to greet foxes that fly overhead.
They sit about in their favourite fashion
families on blankets, those colourful spreads.
Kentucky fried chicken appears on their menu
bought from the store just across the street.
The little ones excited, explore all with wonder
too many eyes with care watch their flight.
Plenty of help if mum can't reach them
by the lagoon we enjoy this rhythm of the night.
Mum finds her little one to swing high above her
the watchful eye she's younger than most.
The rhythm flying free, alive in the moment
to feel her love and share it about.
Sandflies loop in the voice box informs us
the lady with aeroguard comes to his aide.
Two rock and rollers swing past the singers
the music box dancers with memories of old.
The frangipanni breeze drifts in toward me
reflections carried on this perfect sound stage.
Framed by the palms with their fish tails swaying
to the rhythm of the evening and the pulse of the night.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Tropic lagoon _
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