LEIGH FISHER

LEIGH FISHER 16.3.1973 - 23.01.2019 Are the bags packed, be beamed He d decided it was time to go, so it seemed I know a place not far from here, he said smiling, brown eyes beaming A place where a river runs, so take some lures for sinking, it s good for fishing and dreaming In the cruiser at high speed, down the road he travelled Bushy and Dalcon on the back seat stared at their master, dazzled Up ahead the stars shone brightly, twinkling up above This man was born to this place, his country, so much love A great many knew of his battle, his courage and his fight Nothing was going to hold him back, no nothing, not tonight The engine slowed, he was here at last, his heart gave a quiver All he had to do now was cast his line upon the river Great buffs loomed amonst the paperbark, and a croc, he was wary Nothing could shake his determination when he was on the Mary Leigh s out there now on the bank whistling his song For here he will be at peace, this man forever strong Will be greatly missed by the Southwood Family. 2039...