Though In Fancy

Though in fancy he can hear the babbling rill
Flowing to the big river down the fields by the hill
But with his wife and their primary school going son he is happy to stay
And he will not be going back to the town far away

The town where he first looked on the lamp of day
And lived as a boy till his late teens but will not grow old and gray
The wanderlust in him when he was nineteen
And the bigger World out there was to be seen

He arrived in Melbourne in May two thousand and three
The last time his young friends and his parents and two sisters he did see
A decade of years since he saw the wildflowers of the Spring
And heard the male chaffinch by his first home sing

With his wife and their seven year old daughter he will return next May
To meet his friends and family for a two months holiday
And climb the old hill and with his former mates socialize and play football
And good memories of their boyhood years with them he will recall.