Anthracite

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

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