Homework 5/4/21 Memories of the Coorong
Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 2:59 pm
Memories of the Coorong
It still seems like yesterday, though many years have now passed by,
and the world has changed forever, for the likes of you and I.
Gone the days we used to camp between the Coorong and the sea,
though the memory still lingers of those times that used to be.
There was magic in the air while sitting there beneath the stars,
just the two of us, remember; we had lived the life of Tsars.
Magic moments shared, and treasured still today by you and I,
with a waning moon then peeping like a spy up in the sky.
We would rug up for our morning walk along the beach each day;
where the waves reared up and crashed on down there in a misty spray.
Then we’d cast our lines for Mulloway but anything would do
And then fry them up for breakfast with the billy on to brew
Then those days of wildest weather when the wind would howl and shriek,
And the Boobyalla bush would bend to gusts so cold and bleak.
Still we loved it there and cherished every moment we could get,
and the memories are always there, for you and I Annette.
© T.E. Piggott
It still seems like yesterday, though many years have now passed by,
and the world has changed forever, for the likes of you and I.
Gone the days we used to camp between the Coorong and the sea,
though the memory still lingers of those times that used to be.
There was magic in the air while sitting there beneath the stars,
just the two of us, remember; we had lived the life of Tsars.
Magic moments shared, and treasured still today by you and I,
with a waning moon then peeping like a spy up in the sky.
We would rug up for our morning walk along the beach each day;
where the waves reared up and crashed on down there in a misty spray.
Then we’d cast our lines for Mulloway but anything would do
And then fry them up for breakfast with the billy on to brew
Then those days of wildest weather when the wind would howl and shriek,
And the Boobyalla bush would bend to gusts so cold and bleak.
Still we loved it there and cherished every moment we could get,
and the memories are always there, for you and I Annette.
© T.E. Piggott
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