Lakes District
in old blighty
Spent some time there in the 70's
magic place,,,
the others are from Swiss canton of Ticino,
and rustic Italian back blocks
where the food is real,,and the wine is nectar.
some places from Russia, where the drink is rocket fuel and the food is Hmmmmmm
and some from the Nordic lands,where the silence is loud,and the smell of moss and firs is ym
all once happy hunting grounds, but east west home is best,,,Good old Stralia,,
The best of the best
.
learned how to do many many things...all over
but red dirt,
loyal dowgs
BBQ's
and mile and miles of night sky,
with a gentle wind,that carries messages from afar
and the pitter patter of rain on a tin roof,
and the smell of rain when it comes
and the wonderful night high lightening shows,
the dead expanse that comes to life
with even a few drops of
water life,
The dust on the truck,
The soxs full of muck
the gift of the earth,
from some care
for its
health,
,
The silent smiles
and the long country miles
and the trusted few
that though few knew
will come when you call
come good times or fall,
and
the circle goes round
in the best place
around.
