So to earth the verse descends,
Sinking through fantastic sunsets, drifting under southern stars,
Floating soundless down on mines and woolsheds, beaches, dance halls, bars.
I am going out this morning. Up along South Arm Road to Brierfield. I am going to take a look at a wee cottage out there in the Bush and I am going to visit with my Girls. When I get home, I shall sit down here on the Bench and have a Yaan with you. I shall think about Verse descending to Earth. About fantastic sunsets and beaches. I know very little about mines and not much more about woolsheds. A little about dance halls and a good deal about bars.
Take a look also at the BUNYIP AND THE WHISTLING KETTLE.