Tupela i go long PNG; tripela i kam bak
We married; hadn’t known each other long
Then left our home for work in Papua
Remote from art and all the things she knew.
The place was sick and people often died
The work was scary; life seemed fragile; death
Was always there; my hospital a place
To die when magic failed. Perhaps I’d been
Too confident in seeking such a job.
I coped; but took its toll on Prue; the way
Of life up there too hard for delicate
And milder souls; she needed something else.
Young doctor often stressed by urgencies
In surgery, obstetrics; drove the hearse
And ambulance as well. The folk up there
Were mostly kind to us, and happy with
The simple life unburdened by the stuff
We seem to need; made Oz seem rich beyond
Compare, but ugly seeking so much wealth.
Thus Eve arrived, so tiny, perfect. Oh
The power of love for offspring! Papua
No longer safe with precious child; then back
We came to Oz; the city air was full
Of muck and lead, the veges too; so off
We went to live in rural Vic; I made
A job in Mirboo North where docs were scarce.