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The boy
and man are walking
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On a near
hundred year old track
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The lunch,
the whistle and compass
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Passengers in their pack
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The
frequent stopping boy examines
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The man he
strides along
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Lost in
his meandering
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He stops
to call "come on"
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But
there's leaves to send on voyages
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Down the rain fat creeks
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There's
stones and twigs and insects
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The boy
hears not when the man speaks
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They
struggle on these wayfarers
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Of
different stride and mind
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'Till the
man remembers lightning like
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That the
journey can be the find
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So
stopping waiting now attuned
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'Till his
young charge comes to stand
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And
remembering his own father
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He reaches
down his hand
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And now
with pace much tempered
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An amble
not a run
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They stop
and share with wind blown hair Limbs warming in the sun
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Now at
the lookout finally
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The boy
speaks first man strong
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''You can
see the whole world from hear dad
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Even
Woollongong"
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Dave
Brignall 9th November 1999
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