When dreams take you somewhere
it's never as good when you get there.
It was just sand and a sluggish red
current with crocs on the bend,
but I had to wade into the water
of the Archer River in Australia,
in Far North Queensland, far
from a schoolboy's inky finger
on an atlas, as far as the future
was then - now I keep my promise.
It's never as good once you get there,
but you don't have to go twice.