On the 14th of November, Gordon sails away, 

To the distant land of Australia, bound for Adelaide's bay. 

With dreams of new horizons, beneath the southern sky, 

He leaves behind old England, bidding the past goodbye.

The ship cuts through the waters, waves crash against its bow, 

Gordon stands on deck, sporting a determined brow. 

Adventure stirs within him, a poet’s heart ablaze, 

He faces the unknown future, with courage through the haze.

The rugged coast of Adelaide, calls him to its shore, 

A land of vibrant beauty, ripe with tales and lore. 

He breathes the air of freedom, beneath the sun's bright gleam, 

His spirit soars with promise, his life a living dream.

In Australia’s vast expanses, he finds his muse anew, 

Its landscapes and its people, inspire all that he can do. 

He pens the tales of bushmen, their struggles and their might, 

His words a timeless echo, in the golden southern light.

Adam Lindsay Gordon, a poet of the land, 

With every verse and stanza, he takes a noble stand. 

On the 14th of November, he moved to make his mark, 

In Adelaide’s wide embrace, he found his poet's spark.

Through hardships and through triumphs, his legacy remains, 

In Australia’s very heart, his spirit still sustains. 

For Gordon’s journey eastward, was more than just a flight, 

It was a quest for meaning, a beacon in the night.