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Tasman Peninsula
The Blowhole
Paddling on the peninsula, checking out the caves
Sitting in a sea kayak, dancing on the waves
The awesome cliffs above, sea birds everywhere
This is a favourite spot to take in some fresh air.

To paddle through the blowhole when the swell is low
To see the Devils Kitchen in a south east blow
To drift through Patersons Arch is a mighty thrill
These are places I will go as long as my body will.

I’ve seen whales and dolphins, swimming in Fortescue Bay
If you want a lovely campsite, this is the place to stay
Paddling through the Candlestick can give you quite a fright
And the seals down at Cape Pillar are a worthwhile sight.

To land on Tasman Island is not everyone’s cup of tea
To ride a swell onto a shelf requires a moderate sea
Then hang on to the kelp, while the wave goes out
And quickly move your kayak so it won’t get dashed about

Tasmanians are so lucky to have a coast like this
Those paddlers on the mainland don’t know what they miss
Cape Raoul, Lime Bay, Wedge Island, are places where I go
In my trusty kayak, built so long ago.

Twenty five years old, it’s still the perfect boat
To slip along this coastline, keeping me afloat
The Peninsula called Tasman is the place to be
And it’s surely best seen, from a kayak on the sea.

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