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I raised a four son brood, passing on my knowledge of life,
but divorced and free as a bird, I am lonely without a wife.
Now it’s time to hit the road while leaving the past behind,
a new life is before me now and many adventures to find.
My hair is turning grey and they seem to multiply so fast,
I’m ready to enjoy what’s left, without dwelling on the past.
The work is done and time for fun, to enjoy what I can find,
to recharge a body tired and sore and a quite weary mind.
Winnebago full to the brim with more comforts than home,
following roads Henry and Banjo, long ago used to roam.
Recalling their words vivid and true, living it as it was told,
tastes of an inherited past while watching it slowly unfold.
Open road ahead, comfortable bed and packet of Billy Tea,
doing things from boyhood dreams, so many sights to see.
Singing aloud new sights appear, the wind blows in my hair,
freedom is mine to tour entranced, without worry or a care.
I’ll admire nature’s work, while exploring this timeless land,
along lush narrow coastal plains or the burning desert sand,
Where ancestors battled and died, for a tough hard won life,
I’ll give ‘em a cheer for enduring, many hardships and strife.
Campfires at night with new friends, under stars we admire,
aroma of beef, onions and snags, over a still smoldering fire.
With spuds in jackets baked in coals, wood turning light grey,
hot damper and jam sipping Billy tea, is there a better way ?
This is the way I’ll spend my days, until I can drive no more,
through good times or tough, whatever destiny has in store.
I’ll drive along singing a song, with a smile creasing my face,
guessing what I’ll find as I drive happily on to the next place.
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Gold trophy winner
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