Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist? Paradise Lost by John Milton.
I've finally found the perfect spot to build my dream home. It's in Cambewarra, away from the hustle and bustle of Sydney. It's 40 acres, 10 cleared, nestled below a rainforest pocket on the Browns Mountain, private, overlooking a panorama of the distant Shoalhaven coast. Asking $395,000.
And the house, it's got to be a Queenslander. Love the design, verandah all round...
Give me a home among the gumtrees
With lots of plum trees
A sheep or two, a k-kangaroo
A clothesline out the back
Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair ...