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DEDICATED TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO FREQUENT THE SOUTH WALL AT BRUNSWICK HEADS, NSW, AUSTRALIA.
Thousands of people come to visit this rocky edifice, there is also the local villagers, people who make an almost daily pilgrimage just to cogitate and observe. I go there every chance I get. I ride my old bike, pull up a rock, light a fag and wait, wait, what for what?
Well that is the enigma; whales, dolphins, people, isolation, inner peace. Or is it just a place of worship, your God, my God. Is there a presence here?
When you leave here you are compelled to look back, ARAKWAL, you blokes giving us black people dreamin'.
It's not unusual; there are places where people are just drawn. Every Town, every city, every country has one. Best not be too descriptive, you will all know of your own special place.
This little rhyming poem is Australiana, it is written in "Bushy" vernacular. If I were educated you would describe it as "LINGUA FRANCA", or LINGUA AUSTRALIS.
BRUNSWICK HEADS, THE ROCKY BOARDWALK SOUTH.
© John d. Farley, AKA; (www.johnfarls.com), (www.johnfarlbrunz.com)
Collect my thoughts, block out my entire stigma, block out all we give to this very odd enigma.
Only a citadel, rocks and dirt it's built, it protects us from encroaching ocean.
But if you need some inner peace, solitude, walk the talk, the wall; it's got the potion.
The talk, that's the thing we need, mostly need in daily life.
Brunz South wall is the place for peace and peace of mind, and it helps you with your inner strife.
The talk, all inner emotions, your troubled head will be explained, and so.
Go there stay a while; shed a tear I do often go.
For many reasons, for many people the break wall. Watch the ocean ebb and flow.
On any day I will ride my bike, camera is my extension, mostly calm but when I'm not it's the place to off load all my tension
This rocky promontory, annex of our being will suddenly evolve into a village, puzzled, I will wager this.
Then take a stroll meet some folk, nod your head, and a smile won't go amiss.
Many days I've spent along this rocky boardwalk Brunz, people visit from all over to join the little village.
Village? How is this so, now I must explain my wisdom, giving a reason well.
There's no village square, no church, no shops, and there is no wishing well.
Well, do we need the accouterments', only people will fill the need, any day there are these people, any race or creed.
How about MOHAMMED, not the real bloke I hesitate to say.
No, it's our little Malaysian fisherman, watch for him, he'll be there on any day.
Now he loves a chat Mohammed does, and he has many words of sense.
Doesn't care who he addresses; everyone, and he don't sit on the fence.
His god will be your god, because nature is his yearning.
Take what you need, feed your kin and friends, his wisdom will get your mind aware, your intellect will start churning.
This wise man on the wall is one of daily folk.
Just like me he's not important, he's just an ordinary bloke.
There's Debbie, Wayno' and a multitude of village faces.
They don't think they mean much in this beautiful of places.
This rocky village square will have its share of sorrow, its based on life will be.
Village people live and die here, sorrow and pain, the loved ones, given to the sea.
When you visit our rocky village, some won't know it exists in time.
Spare a thought that ere you are, this place is yours and mine.
Come, enjoy seclusion, look out for the villagers, and please take time to think.
You and the rocky villagers will be new friends in a blink.
Nod your head and raise your hand, and if your eyes can shimmer, smile a bit start up a chat and you'll be on a winner.
Look for a bloke on an old black bike, he's got a huge compulsion, you smile at him, give a nod; he'll be over you like emulsion.
Brunswick Heads, the rocky boardwalk south, there is a village square.
Only friendly people are welcome to come to visit, but that's not really fair.
We respect your station, respect your space, come and visit, And that folks, from all of us... this is our rocky dare.
©John d Farley 2008.
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