Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Far South Of Indonesia

The rice fields of Southern Asia he never more will see
Or hear and see a blue winged java sparrow singing on a sunlit tree
Amongst his fellow migrants in Springvale his bones forever lay
So far from Indonesia so very far away,
In the nineteen fifties he came to live in Melbourne with his young Asian wife
Devoted to each other their contract was for life
For to support his wife and raise their son and daughter he worked hard for his every pay
And nothing in life easy ever seemed to come his way,
His widow in her seventies the years have left her gray
Often visits his grave with flowers love has no boundaries as some do say
True love even trnscends death she will love him till her own end
To her he was her soul mate that is more than a good friend,
In the cemetery at Springvale he will rest forever more
Far south of Indonesia and the sunlit Asian shore.

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