The land of palms and padi fields#
   I've left--- vestiges of many a past scene
  still they reign.  Time is an endless thread
  its signature is inscribed upon my very skin-

   here in Down Under terrain
   life takes on a different accent
   I seem to have lost  part of my voice
  hours in silent isolation spent-

  by the Yarra *ageless waters glisten
  it's the fresh visitation of spring
  children dance and laugh before mothers' eyes
  but different songs I hear them sing-

  of my youth I do ponder
  my rambling and fun-filled years
  wading in knee-deep waters in search
  of frogs and fishes-- such thoughts now bring me tears.