One day, one rhyme- Day 1228

Old Merriwa was short and stout
And she’d a laugh that well stood out.
A throaty, crackling, loud guffaw
That was a laugh, and so much more!
It started low and deep, then grew
Into a higher chortling coo,
As if a kookaburras call
Merged with robust waterfall,
And each had heard a joke so fun
It simply couldn’t be outdone.
Yes, old Merriwa Valentine
Was a great favourite of mine.

I grew up here, lived here for over ten years.

I still find myself missing it, all the time.

I honestly don’t care if it’s just a bumbfuck town with only 1000 people in it, less then the number of students at the high school I went to.

Come 2016, I will be seriously considering moving back, or to somewhere similarly stark. Amazing. Beautiful.

High on my list is Gloucester. I love that place too.