Spent 7 days on Norfolk,
You may ask where is that?
Fourteen hundred k s from Oz,
A speck upon the map.
On Norfolk, things are different,
A language of their own,
And if you try to call from Oz,
Bankrupt will be your phone.
It’s so remote that ships with food
Take weeks for their arrival,
Volcanic soils grow many foods
To feed them for survival
A living history island,
Full of ghosts and family stories
Their forefathers from Pitcairn came,
A new home promised royally,
They cling to independence so
Don’t call them Aussies yet
Queen Victoria’s promise
They will fiercely ne’er forget.
They look after each other,
Leave your keys in the ignition,
It seems no convict’s trod these shores,
Since gaols were changed to missions
As cows on roads roam wild and free,
And cliffs plunge to the sea,
Dramatic landscapes, beaches, bush
Adorned by Christmas trees.
We loved our every moment here,
So much to see and do
Thank you to all the Norfolk folk
And:” yorlye kum baek sun”!