December brings the scarlet-headed finch
to feed on nectar from the bottlebrush
Our sweltering summer has just started
The monsoon rains make this land less arid
Apricots, peaches, plums and grapes galore
Tomatoes, vegetable seedlings and more
Life grows before me from this fertile earth
Leaves me joyous, thankful and full of mirth.
On my one day off I'll head for the sea
and the sand. I'll dream about you and me
How it could have been or perhaps might be
When you, friend, no longer wish to snow ski
On craggy star-fish'd rocks this Christmas Day
I beg of you, admit that you are gay
Jesus loves you as you are. Pack your ports,
say farewells, fly Downunder, bring your shorts.