The silver gulls cry at the dawn of the day
Where the big surf waves rumble into Venus bay
And spend the great anger of their every surge with a mighty roar
As they crash on the beach of the Southern Shore
It has been awhile now maybe five years or more
Since I last was in Venus Bay near Tarwin Lower
The mud nest building magpie lark called out pee wee
In the Park of the Village quite close to the sea
Yet in my flights of fancy I hear and I see
The musk lorikeets on a flowering gum tree
In coastal Southern Gippsland from here far away
And in my visualization I'm back there today
Where the huge surf waves crash in the dawn of the day
Upon the white sands of old Venus Bay.
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