Ode To Port Fairy

A long way away,
Smells good,
Always feel at home.
Fuseball table,
Oh what a feeling, surfing with my surfboard.
Going down the street with Wixie,
Buying stuff.

It’s always there,
Waiting and ready.
We return in a week,
My surfboard begging
to be out on a wave,
I cannot help myself,
I must do as it dictates,