ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Just in time, with this one. I'm not satisifed with it but I put it on to meet the schedule.


A Foreign Land.

I don't live in the house where I lived that time
when all the world was just one street;
and the faces and voices that come into view
are not those I used to love and meet.
They used to smile, but now they laugh;
they used to glance, but now don't see.
I think anachronistically;
their discourse doesn't speak to me.

Voyager in a foreign land;
a stranger on an alien shore.
I'm hoping now to find the way,
so I'll be carried to my home
where my affections draw.

Hi Neville,
I like this.......and wow - anachronistically......
nearly a line of meter all it's own!
I think I'm going to have to try and use it in a sentence
some time today!!

Wen

You don't want to use that word Wendy , it means becoming an old fogey

No going back Neville - it is never the same, and that saddens and diminishes us somehow.

Like the use of your old fogey word Clever

Cheers

Maureen

What about...
"Hey Dad, you're looking very anachronistically challenged today."?
Do you think I would remain in the will?

Ah Wendy, you smile with an admiring look and say lovingly , " Dad, have I ever told you that it's your anachronistic mind that really makes you stand out from other men ".
He will be so pleased and flattered.