Ancient swells hit the bells and the buoys
Over that black and endless sea
So I think of all the paintings
Every axe and every flame
The Pioneer and You Yangs
But if we sleep now we may never leave
Leaning wind and tidal kiss
Fenced by an ocean
In the liberal minds of sharks and dogs
And if this whole thing becomes a dream
Then place me in tombs of slumber
In the halls of my youth
In the arms of moreton figs
~ James Drinkwater, December 2014
