Homework October - Other dreams
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2019 3:57 pm
Other Dreams
I’ve fudged a bit here by pinching a few lines from a Homework poem I’ve just written for Bush Verse – this still needs a bit more to make sense really. (it's a bit mushy!)
Near forgotten memories of youth, return to me again,
of a creek that’s lined with Ghost Gums on an arid rocky plain.
Hills seen in the distance beckon as they come now into view -
and the peaceful silence of that country; I remember too.
Stock are facing west into the wind as rain is on the way;
it’s the first time now for many years, or so old timers say!
Then at last we see, this bone-dry creek run muddily once more
bringing precious soaking water to this arid place once more
But this dream is just to rid my mind of sadness from the past,
that will haunt me now forever, and the pain will always last.
I have tried to move on from those days, and get on with my life,
yet I know I’ll not forget the girl; I’d hoped would be my wife.
Resting now at home again, so far away from outback dreams,
I am thinking of more precious things; recalling other dreams
There’s a faded letter in my hand - a curl of golden hair
And again I’m fighting back a tear, and dream of you sweet Claire
© T.E. Piggott
I’ve fudged a bit here by pinching a few lines from a Homework poem I’ve just written for Bush Verse – this still needs a bit more to make sense really. (it's a bit mushy!)
Near forgotten memories of youth, return to me again,
of a creek that’s lined with Ghost Gums on an arid rocky plain.
Hills seen in the distance beckon as they come now into view -
and the peaceful silence of that country; I remember too.
Stock are facing west into the wind as rain is on the way;
it’s the first time now for many years, or so old timers say!
Then at last we see, this bone-dry creek run muddily once more
bringing precious soaking water to this arid place once more
But this dream is just to rid my mind of sadness from the past,
that will haunt me now forever, and the pain will always last.
I have tried to move on from those days, and get on with my life,
yet I know I’ll not forget the girl; I’d hoped would be my wife.
Resting now at home again, so far away from outback dreams,
I am thinking of more precious things; recalling other dreams
There’s a faded letter in my hand - a curl of golden hair
And again I’m fighting back a tear, and dream of you sweet Claire
© T.E. Piggott