I often watch the gliders
As I drive along the road
Silently spiralling downwards
Upon those warm air currents
Above Gawler and surrounds
I watch them as they come and go
They disappear and shine anon
Reflecting that glorious sunshine
That God sends shining down
I remember many years ago
Ian bought Tim a present
For his 40th birthday...
It was a glider flight at Gawler
They both took to the skies
A birthday present to remember
Gliding around above Gawler
Way up high in those glorious blue skies
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