I can't believe how lucky I was
To be brought up many years ago
Being taught the right way to go
T'was the foundation of my belief
Short or tall the color of my hair
Of of my skin was no need to care
For difference mattered not back then
Now I was wahite and had brown hair
But my cousin Jan was really fair
Then the girl I danced with long ago
Was a Kiwi who shook her long locks
Black as a berry just like my socks
Have lived in Downunder many years
Our country is multicultural
As well as being quite liberal
The best place to live ones life
Keeping warm because of the heat
Having no close neighbours can't be beat
Image found at www.pixabay.com
Great foundations by the sound of it! (And that's a great photo of Uluru, too.)
ReplyDeleteStrong foundations in our youth serve us well when we go through life.
ReplyDeleteA life well lived starts with a firm foundation, as this poem dilineates.
ReplyDeleteI love your country ... you were lucky indeed.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right. We were raised with such standards, that seem to be sadly lacking these days when even suypposedly mature people are behaving so inappropriately. Sigh. I live in a multicultural country too , and it enriches us all.
ReplyDeleteWhen I set off via plane to a distant state, a naiv 18 year old, my father hugged me and said "We've taught you right from wrong, and now it's up to you". I think this foundation is missing in many modern homes! Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like the best of dreams. Lucky indeed!
ReplyDeleteNice foundation Robin. Happy Wednesday. Stay safe.
ReplyDeleteMuch💝love
You can’t beat a good foundation in life, Robin.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo and foundation, Robin.
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