Biographical Info YARRA VALLEY DREAMING By Peter Wanzenboeck On a balmy summer’s evening beside a lazy stream, A gentle breeze stirs gumleaves way up high. A platypus drifts shyly past like a dream within a dream, As the crows mournfully bid the sun goodbye. I sit and watch enraptured, at peace in heart and mind, Contented with the beauty of this land Thinking; if by some misfortune I am suddenly struck blind, I’ll always have the mem’ry of this vision oh so grand. These sights and sounds have more effect than any healing balm as the total picture washes o’er my mind. I take advantage of this air of blissful soothing calm, Which in this life can be so hard to find. I slip into a reverie as my thoughts take me way back To places and dear friends of long ago, And as I greet the gentle folk along my mem’ry’s track I feel a love few people ever know. I came here from a far off land, a lad of only nine And spent some time in Melbourne at the start. Then a spell in Wangaratta whet this appetite of mine As the country life did something to my heart. The next move took me to Dunkeld with the Grampians at hand, Slim Dusty sang at all the country shows. Then I settled in Mount Evelyn where the Dandenongs looked grand, Near the valley where the Yarra River flows. I’m now on West Australian soil, I like my new life here, Yet sometimes during peaceful reverie, When I think of Woori Yallock with the Yarra flowing near I can hear those crows as if they’re calling me.
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