Pilgrim
Friends from the north stand and wave
Good times remembered, memories saved
The eucalypt is tall, fresh and strong
Creatures sing a good bye song
Then trees flow past and humidity dispels
The city beckons with horns and bells
New emotions fill ones thoughts
The future murky like milky quartz
But for now each day a new pressed shirt
As the pilgrimage ends,
then begins,
This honourable work
Anthracite 