You’ll not forget our Summers
The sun and salt fresh air
With walks along the promenade
A thousand miles from care
Sunday morning spent with “Damo”
For breakfast down the beach
Those nights you daren’t remember
And that morning after reach
We know your taste in clothes are rare
Those shoes that cost a bomb
And jeans you were poured into
Where did they all come from
That string of blokes each broken heart
You event felt alive
Now with memories of all things good
Will help you to survive
To recover all your senses
And remove that overload
You travelled south to Melbourne
And saw the Great Ocean Road
What say, you have mixed feelings
Now you’re going home
Those wandering days are over girl
No more shall you roam
But they’ll miss you down at Nelly’s
Your face and impish smile
What did shine through was character
And upper Ireland style
So the lectures that I gave you
For health and food you’d listen
And I’m so happy for you
As I sign-off now, Mike Nissen
10 November 2004
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