ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

So Mushy I probably shouldn’t claim this one

AN OLD FASHIONED GIRL

By the feeble glimmer of an old gas lamp I see her sewing there,
darning socks and making clothing for her grandchildren to wear.
As I watch her sew each stich with loving care my heart is full of pride
and remember now how fortune smiled when she became my bride.
And I bless the day when by luck we met all those many years ago,
to share a happiness now that few others will ever know.

Back again through the years my mind now wanders, back to a country ball,
back where chance somehow conspired, that here cupid’s arrow would fall.
Lit by lamps on rough plank walls that casts deep shadows through that old bush hall;
where to music from a small bush band we danced to loves sweet call.
I knew from the moment I held her hand that this was meant to be,
though little to offer in the way of wealth she still accepted me.

©T.E. Piggott

This is a workshop Terry, that is not a puny effort. I think nostalgia won't become mushy if we make sure to avoid clichés.

As I travel more and more into old age I find myself reminiscing a lot.

I think that is an excellent effort Terry and endorse what Neville says ... nothing here is set in concrete. Mushy???? Not at all. Just the right touch of sentiment to add the human touch. Your words paint a lovely picture of a lucky lady in the 'love' stakes. Well done.

Thanks Neville and Maureen

I know what you mean Neville.
You're also right about homework being the perfect medium to experiment, as I often do - this time I stared of with an idea but seemed to have lost it along the way - the idea was to write something quite descriptive - I suppose managed it in a couple of lines.


Cheers Terry

Lovely, Terry, and not mushy at all! Makes me think of my favourite Hans Heysen painting - "Sewing".

Cheers
Shelley