I was day dreaming,
The other week...
My memories took me back,
To a muddy creek...
It runs into a river,
Called the Burdekin...
Near Charters Towers,
Just off the Lynd...
We went camping and fishing,
Just having fun...
Days spent laying around,
In the sun...
It’s a place,
Where you can go to relax...
To read a book,
Or explore old tracks...
Just to leave the rat race,
Is real good..
To boil the billy,
On the fire of wood...
To cook and eat,
In the open air..
Or swim in the creek,
Without a care....
It’s so sad,
How things have changed...
Some people out there,
Are quite strange...
They go there for parties,
And couldn’t care less...
Having their fun,
And leaving a mess..
Shooting the cattle,
And defacing the land...
These ratbags,
Are way out of hand...
As for this place,
That I love so much..
Will be harder to get to,
And be soon out of touch...
Len Newey