There is no love quite like, this father’s for his kids
A dad’s deep devotion, is a child’s first dibs
My son and each daughter
Blood thicker than water
Life changed from each moment, they were babes in their cribs
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I was born in the fabled Land of the Long White Cloud
That multi-ethnic nation, where Māoridom is proud
The place of the hangi
The Treaty of Waitangi
And where the All Blacks’ haka, stirs passion in the crowd
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Kwa heri Kilimanjaro, with love and affection
An amazing adventure, of fondest reflection
A metaphorical steeple
And Tanzanian people
Who enabled our journey, and set the direction
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From the African plains, it pierces the sky
Five thousand eight hundred, mighty metres high
Tall in elevation
Long in contemplation
Hoping to scale it, at the end of July
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I proudly watched my daughter, bounding down the steep hill
Emotions overflowing, with the absolute thrill
This graceful gazelle
Was running so well
That on this Great Ocean Road, time suddenly stood still
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To this tranquil beach, I imagined that you came
I search out to sea, for that sign of you again
Our feelings ripped raw
Still cut to the core
Life without you Bev, will never be the same
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I fear I would have been buried alive
If my alpine rescuers hadn’t arrived
Precious years since weathered
Rope no longer tethered
But kinfolk never knew, of the fall I survived
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