“Oh how beautiful is our home town Cooma. To me most precious.”
Josipa migrated to Cooma from Croatia with her little brother and father in 1960. Her first memories in Australia are of loneliness and homesickness. However when her husband to be walked into her father’s restaurant Josipa was introduced to Cooma’s colourful, multicultural nightlife. She went to the pictures, danced, swam, kissed, learnt English and made friends from all over the world.
Today Cooma feels like home, and what a beautiful home it is.
Listen to Josipa’s beautiful poem called ‘Cooma’ here.
Oh how beautiful is our home town Cooma
To me most precious.
This is where live my beloved ones
My husband, my children, and the grand children
And this is also where my dear friends are.
Cooma is in New South Wales, Australia
Situated in the middle, close to the great snowy mountains
South seas, and the capital city Canberra.
Cooma is spreading in the valley and over the hills far and wide
Looking like a big mother bird watching after her brood.
The people of Cooma came from all over the world
First to work here, together with the ones that were being born here
And then stayed and made a home.
The buildings in Cooma are just like the people
Some old, some new, some tall, some small.
They’re made out of bricks, weatherboards, and vinyl cladding
And the roofs covered in corrugated iron, and brick tiles.
Gardens are full of beautiful flowers
And pretty shrubs and pleasant scents all around
Tall gum trees, poplars, pine, birch and many other trees
Swaying in the wind is all a breathtaking view.
Sometimes I go away for a while
And I miss it so much
But then I come back
My heart start to beat fast
I feel great
I am home.