I’ve got that ‘Port Macquarie Disease’ affecting me,
Making me feel that in my retirement days, I’ll stay here.
And when I’ll arrive back to Sydney next week,
They that know me so well, will ask me why I have changed my diet, by holidaying?
For it has been a good long twelve years stand,
Since last time, I arrived here as a young child.
To have no asthma attack or nightly mosquitoes,
To consistently hear the bashing of waves from the ‘Pacific’.
For the townsfolk I know or have met this holiday,
Have been so nice and comforting like good old friends.
From restaurateur to the potterer, to the vineyard of Hastings,
To taste the grapes of vine, to end up to dine.
With beaches compared to Sydney, it is not too crowded,
And the people sun-baked to a tan of raw brown.
Whilst the waves hit the coastal shorelines,
With continual ease, softness of breeze.
For a town that is 'over businesses', from what I see,
To the tourism industry, there is a lot to show for it.
To relax, to lay back, to take it easy,
Was like in the RSL, to me…a big winner!
I bet the summer season is over,
The owners and proprietors are deserted with no customers,
And the preparation of goods and services,
Are accommodated for the next summer season.
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