The Poetry of Brian Langley

 

Queensland

 

I'd seen the ads on TV shows, I'd seen it writ as text

How one day Queensland's beautiful, and perfect on the next.

The ads all show a tropic beach, with palm trees on the edge

And schools of multicoloured fish around a coral ledge

 

And folks reclining, drink in hand; a smile on every face.

Beside a pool, near golden sand. A lovely looking place.

This is the place for me I thought.  Itís where Iíd like to be

Sitting, sipping Bundy Rum, beneath a shady tree

 

So off I went, four thousand K, across our country wide.

To find this paradise on earth, on our Nationís sunrise side.

East along the Barclay Road, in my motor home I drove

The road was wide and had no bumps.  The evening sky turned mauve

 

And then I crossed the border.  In Queensland now at last.

But the road was something shocking.  And the sky was overcast

Was this to be an omen?   Perhaps the ads were wrong.

But ever east I travelled, as I shook and bumped along.

 

Then finally I reached the sea, and headed up the coast

If they reckon itís a highway, they really shouldnít boast

Itís narrow, rough and dangerous.  Thereís nowhere you can stop

Except for car parks right next door, To every 4X shop.

 

Eventually I saw a sign, it pointed to the beach.

Van Park bays at fifteen bucks!  The price was in my reach.

It was a picture postcard place,  Perhaps the ads were right.

With palm trees bending in the breeze, a lovely peaceful sight.

 

I was all set to have a swim, the ocean looked just fine

Till I saw at the waters edge, a great big Danger sign.

Do not swim in the ocean, except where thereís a net

Thereís jellyfishes here that kill; if ever you forget.

 

I looked around to find the net; there was no net to see

So all that I could do just there, was sit beneath a tree

So there I sat, an hour or two beneath the shady palms

I'd put some sun screen on my face, my body and my arms.

 

For I was an Australian.  I knew of Slip Slop Slap.

But in this shady place I wore, just bathers and a cap

Then several hours later, come time to go to bed

My legs got very itchy, my skin was sore and red

 

I couldnít sleep at all that night, I scratched, I felt all hot.

So next day to the Docí who said, ďItís sand fly bites youíve got.

It seems that youíre allergic, and it really would be best

To stay inside, no beach for you.  That is what Iíd suggest.

 

But meanwhile take this medicine, and rub this lotion on.

Youíll find, that in a week or two, the itches will have gone.

 And by the way, Ďcos you are not, a local, I believe.

I donít bulk bill, feeís eighty bucks.  Just pay before you leave.Ē

 

 

To read the remaining 17 verses, just buy my booklet,  "The Forest and Other Verses"

   Brian Langley  June 2004

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