The cows will
give their milk again, and the curtains will not fade
I’ll go to work
in daylight, and come home in the dark
The day an hour
shorter, no more footy in the park
I loved the days
when I got home, I’d get to mow the lawn
Then clean out
the chook shed, and toss them each some corn
A quiet beer on
the front verandah, watching the red sun set
On Monday night
when I get home, it will be dark I bet
In six more
months we’ll get it back, and the sun will shine for longer
At least that’s
the view in Queensland, where their hate for it is stronger
Their cows won’t
milk, their curtains fade, their days turn upside down
I just look at
them in wonder, dressed in in their dressing gowns
There are twenty
four hours in a day, it’s been like that for a while
How the sun might shine an hour longer is a fact I can’t compile
I wonder what
they’d think up north if we moved the year a day
Perhaps their
church would all fall down, and Christmas go away
Would Easter
simply not exist, would Boxing Day be gone
How would it work
on the border, would each weekend be long
I don’t know what
their problem is, it seems quite sensible to me
But then I don’t live
in Queensland, I live down here with Ree
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