BRUNSWICK HEADS, the rocky boardwalk, south.

BRUNSWICK HEADS, THE ROCKY BOARDWALK, SOUTH.
Collect my thoughts, block out stigma, block out all we give to this very odd enigma.
Only a bastion, rocks and dirt it’s built, protects us from encroaching ocean.
But if you need some inner peace, solicitude, just a talk, the wall, well it’s got the potion.
The talk, that’s the thing we need, mostly need in daily life.
Brunz wall is the place for peace and peace of mind, it helps you with your inner strife.
The talk, all inner emotions, troubled head will be explained. Go there stay a while; shed a tear I do often go.
For many reasons, for many people the break wall.
Watch the ocean ebb and flow.
On any day I ride my bike, camera is my extension, mostly calm but when I’m not it’s the place to off load all your tension
This rocky promontory extension of our being will suddenly evolve into a village, puzzled, I will wager this.
Then take a stroll meet some folk, nod your head, and a smile wont go amiss.
Many days I’ve spent along this rocky boardwalk Brunz, people visit from all over to join the little village.
Village?, how is this so, must explain my wisdom, give a reason well.
There’s no village square, no church, no shops and there is no wishing well.
Well, do we need the accouterments’, only people fill the need, any day there are these people, any race or creed.
How about Mohammed, not the real bloke I hesitate to say, no it’s our little Malaysian fisherman, he’ll be there on any day.
Now he loves a chat Mohammed does, and he has some words of sense.
He don’t cares who he addresses, everyone, and he don’t sit on the fence.
His god will be your god, because nature is his yearning.
Take what you need, feed your kin and friends, his wisdom will get your mind aware, your intellect will start churning.
This wise man on the wall is one of daily folk, just like me he’s not important, he’s an ordinary bloke.
This rocky village square will have its share of sorrow, it’s based on life will be.
Village people live and die here, sorrow and pain of departed loved ones given to the sea.
So when you visit our rocky village some won’t know it exists in time, spare a thought that ere you be, this place is yours and mine.
Come and enjoy the solicitude, look for the villagers, please take time to think.
You the rocky villagers will be new friends in a blink.
Nod your head and raise your hand, and if your eyes can shimmer, smile a bit start up a chat and you’ll be on a winner.
Look for a bloke on an old black bike, he’s got a huge compulsion, you smile at me, give a nod I’m all over you like emulsion.
Brunswick Heads, the rocky boardwalk, south, there is a village square.
Only friendly people are welcome to come to visit here, but that’s not really fair.
We respect your station and we’ll do our best try us out, we will brighten right you up.
And that’s our rocky dare.