When I compare, home to here
It's a skyline, I remember clear
UK's grey, not a clear blue sky
Australia-New Zealand's, both wide 'n' high

Open and blue, takes breath away
Ask of differences, and I'll say
We have dreary, on mid-winter-days
Yet thinking of homelands, I see only grey

On one front, something wins hands down
The coast and it's seagulls, I'll never frown
With fresh salty calls, something I miss
Sting of salt on skin, as lips it'll kiss

Lifeboats to pebbles, seaweed too
Hustle-bustle, with smell leaving clue
People and laughter, roar of the sea
Deckchairs and colour, eyes will see

Down-under beaches, at peace if compared
No day trippers or coaches, and never a fair
One thing you learn, you have to cope
Family-friends left behind, not lost you hope

Bonds can be broken, once you had
Dreams shared, can make you sad
Contacts made fade, new life made
New country-foundations, gradually laid

Comes a time, when on feet stand
Memories in both, people and far land
Belonging to neither, you must let go
Seeds grew, those ones you did sow

Time can heal, can also bring loss
Memories to the wind, you may toss
Yet the stirring inside, will never die
Gradually settled, and no longer cry