I often like to sit alone and dream
Out in the Tasmanian bush somewhere,
Beside the rushing waters of a stream
And just let my thoughts wander here and there.
My thoughts may drift away to times long past
Or something maybe just moments ago.
It doesn’t matter, for the scope is vast
With many directions for my mind to go.
Just as a rock diverts the water’s rush
A bird, a leaf, a splash may alter my
Train of thought as I relish the inrush
Of ideas and memories sliding by.
Ah, but I must go back into the world
And face challenges yet to be unfurled.