ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Almost a follow on from Jeff's poem.

My daughter was home from Darwin for a week.
So I dug up this old poem I had written for her years ago - a bit soppy as we dads tend to be.




Reflection

You look at me now and just what do you see,
The shadow of what I had once used to be.
Now wrinkled and stooped from a life way outback,
and paying the price for those years on the track.

I once was your hero in days now gone by,
those times were so precious for you and for I.
You still give a smile at the yarns that I tell,
those boring old stories I used to tell well.

Remember me now as I was way back then,
an average bloke but a man among men?
A dreamer of dreams though achievements were few,
but proud to be dad to a daughter like you,

A restless young spirit with urgings to roam,
to faraway places I once had called home.
Still chasing those dreams and the time again flew,
but not a day passed without thoughts about you.

That time is now over, and life has moved on,
I live in the past and the old days are gone.
I loved then that lifestyle; but paid a price too,
for something was missing - your mother, brother, and you

*****

© T.E. Piggott

Something perhaps I should have mentioned although I'm sure you all worked it out anyway.
It's an old poem and I must have been trying different meters.

The meter of this poem is
Unstressed = x
Stressed = /

Each line is x/xx/xx/xx/ - or supposed to be anyhow.

hope that makes sense

A bit sad Terry but beautifully reflected upon. Have you done yourself an unwarranted injustice. We don't have enough dreamers and most of us are just average blokes.
Wazza

Well done Terry, may well be a bit of a softy, but I bet your daughter appreciated it!
Cheers
Ron.

Thanks Wazza & Ron