In The Name Of Jesus (Ode To God)

Poem By Helen Hastings

One could buy a house for twenty thousand or with a mortgage five thousand down
In Peterborough in South Australia a quiet old country town
Near to the Flinders ranges in a country wide and brown
As a former place of steam trains it's one claim to renown.

A two hour drive from Adelaide 'twould be nice to live there
Away from smoky factories and smog polluted air
Eight months of warm weather the winters cool and dry
If you are one who like the quiet life the life there you'd
enjoy.

In Peterborough in South Australia in the heart of grain country
Life goes on at an easy pace as easy as can be
The galahs in small flocks calling as they fly from tree to tree
In this small town in the outback miles inland from the sea.

Met an old couple from Adelaide a long time man and wife
Who had come to live in Peterborough for the easier style of life
Walking in the town park in early morning in the pleasant summer breeze
Where the wattlebirds are calling on the gum and wattle trees.

They told me they were glad they came to live in Peterborough amongst the unpolluted air
They will spend their twilight years there they could not now live elsewhere
In this old town in South Australia they will live until the day
Till the reaper he will claim them in Peterborough they will stay.

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