| This poem was written around a campfire at Central Station on Fraser Island on one of the Retravision safari trips that I organised and led.
Camp Fire Prayer � 1988 As I sit around the Campfire and watch the embers glow and die I look up from the fire to a patch of ebony sky And the countless stars ablazing in the dark patch, I spy Above ghost white trunks of gum trees, reaching for the sky And I want to thank you, Lord, for this outback way of life For I feel a million miles from the City and it�s strife I smell the breezes wafting the eucalyptus fresh perfume As I look up through the trees and see a perfect crescent moon And I gaze around the campfire to the friendly glowing smiles Reflecting back their pleasures of the daily travelled miles And I know that, they too, love this outback way of life And they feel a millions miles from the city and it�s strife. |
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