Guitar

Bought in the rugged outskirts of Annandale
First ordered by mail
Then transported by road and rail
The materials transported from unknown lands
The wood chopped polished appearing in all different brown tans
When it arrives at the station it is unloaded from a truck where it is loaded into a carriage of muck
From there it goes on a train ride to Sydney
The city that in 34 years is going to turn 250
It now sits in my room never gathering dust
The strings never rust
That is because I play it every day
Now three cheers for my guitar hip hip hooray