My Refuge

[Bob Pacey]

Wazza will understand


My Refuge

The love roads and byways
of dirty dusty lanes
Of city streets and traffic
is running through your veins

A strong love of noisy night clubs,
Parties, dusty grey brown skies
I know but cannot share it
for my love is otherwise.

I love the sunburnt beaches
where crystal sand remains
The surf and glowing sunshine
The freshness when it rains.

I gaze at the horizon
The crystal clear blue sea.
Such beauty and such splendour
This is the place for me.

I cast into the breakers
It can be bust or boon
The expectations building
A high tide just on noon.

No tangles from the bushes
Where thick old mangroves coil
The waves roll on relentless
And the dart are on the boil.

Core of my heart my fishing
It gets me on a high
Sometimes the ocean beats me
And mother nature, I ask why ?

I see the grey clouds gather
The wind picks up again
The line goes taught and I’m on
Relaxation for my brain.

This is my place my refuge
When life’s worries all unfold
For all the woes and heartache
This pays me back threefold.

There is no one on the shoreline
I’m standing in a haze.
The calmness it is magic
As across the sand I gaze.

My worries disappear like magic
When nature holds my hand.
All those who have not tried it
You will not understand.

This place holds many splendours
But whenever I may die.
Please cast my ashes in the ocean
Where the gold sand meets the sky.

Bob Pacey
Apologies to Dorothea.

[Neville Briggs]

Goodoya Bob. I understand the sea shore, I don't quite understand the fishing bit cause I'm the world's most inept fisherman.