aching for youth
25 Tuesday Oct 2016
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in25 Tuesday Oct 2016
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in16 Sunday Oct 2016
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inI would lay awake then think
carry myself to the river’s edge
far away from the city
on a horse I would sit
under willow trees I would picnic
among your company
rug and basket beside my legs
We would walk home along dirt cattle tracks
let the horses run ahead
pick white clover
then laugh
standing arms outstretched
in the middle of a Sunday afternoon
Drifting off to sleep
far then further away
beneath the bright warm sun
on that dreamy Sunday
14 Friday Oct 2016
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inyou drifted out
then came back again
the same old smile
the same old friend
children now
aligned at the hip
husband too
a clever fit
but for you
as time sets in
are you now happy
and peaceful within
or do you still struggle
for what might have been
had the line been cast further
had the grass turned green
the heat burned your thongs
in the distance once again
watering afar
searching for your bent
or were you merely wandering
till evening fell once more
when you could finally escape
the mundane day to day
dreaming of a paradise
that never came your way
04 Tuesday Oct 2016
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inI don’t want to ride with you anymore
I want to ride on the road with my friends,
he said
As I picked myself up from the floor
and carried myself solemnly back to the door
From the house I could hear children
laughing
riding their bikes
two and fro in the sun
Then alas
a crash
bike upon stick
child upon tar
bruises and a scar
Crying
I’m alright Dad,
he said
fighting back the tears
wanting me to hold him
but he wanted to be brave
he wanted to be a lad
without poor old Dad
02 Sunday Oct 2016
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inOn the water
one could not erase the darkened storm clouds to the South
as thunder encircled this old wharf
everything was so old
even “Westward” the wooden craft lying uninhibited on her reach
the wood
only really tempered by the slow fighting of another tide
Why was everything so quiet?
green timbered surrounding
spread over her calm waters
too peaceful for the township of Maclean to impede
we sat that night knowing
that what had taken place was beyond us
just as the future was farther out than we could see
the lightning stood as a warning
to our own unimportance
A boat bisected her perfect face
the wake had moved on
nature was all around us
why could we not touch her?
Everything appeared distant
as the clouds moved closer
the calm was breathtaking
to attempt to look at your self
was as vast as the mountains towering over us
we were as calm as the river
at that moment of bliss
The calm before the storm
why was the river so powerful?
So serene
her glass like exterior
unmoved in that echo
she laid flat
lightning
wind
rain