On a cold and windy day
I hung my camera bag out to dry
In the ochre breezy sun
It took the slip
my bag chose to fly

Up and away in the thermals
Along with the frigates & terns
Over ocean , river, cliff and spur
Resting with the crickets
in the soft green verge
Always restless. Always growing
Never resting on its padded arse
My bag flew away. To the corners of this earth
It left with a camera
The one in my heart
Tell me bag o’ plenty where do you be
Tell me bag o’ plenty how do you feel?
Tell me bag o’ plenty what do you see
My dearest bag,
set me free.