Homework for June - Forever Young
Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2024 2:42 pm
Greetings All ..
As I've mentioned in my edited "Update to Forum Friends", I have to apologise for my prolonged absence from the Forum, due to the slower than expected recovery of my husband Rod after open heart surgery.
Good to see you involved again, Maureen - and again, deepest sympathy from Rod and me on your recent sad loss.
Now - to the current homework challenge. I have quite a few poems about specific locations in Australia - but have chosen this one because it represents the start of my bush poetry adventures. As you know, I've written poetry all my life, but my current journey began with my first ever competition win - in the Cherry Festival Written Poetry Competition in Young NSW, way back in 2011. In celebration of that prize (for my poem Some People), I penned this tribute to the town of Young, which remains rather special, right from that first time we visited on one of our caravan trips and Rod just happened to see a flyer for their written poetry competition and persuaded me to enter.
FOREVER YOUNG
(c) Shelley Hansen 2011
We've come from "Up the Country" - very glad we made the trip
in search of cooler pastures, where the air still holds a nip.
In caravan by Windsor, and our Jeep Grand Cherokee,
we've pointed our direction to the South, "Himself" and me.
It's final throes of Winter - still, a frost begins the days
while distant mountains sparkle in a violet shimmer-haze.
The trees, not yet awakened from the bareness of their grief,
stand sentinel and silent as they wait for burst of leaf.
But Spring will never be denied, and in this coloured land
the warming days already yield a harvest bright and grand.
Canola fields blaze saffron yellow as their blooms unfold,
Salvation Jane's deep purple underlines the wattle's gold.
Amid this painted splendour looms the town that's Young at heart.
'Twas with the cry of Gold! that its rich story had its start.
Men came from far and near to be the fortune-favoured few,
and laid a firm foundation for a town which grew and grew.
Now times have changed in ways our founding fathers could not guess.
We strive for gold in other ways - but strive still, nonetheless.
No longer is the railway line an artery of wealth,
no longer do bushrangers ambush Cobb & Co by stealth.
But heritage and hirstory have shaped the way we are,
and we, in turn, are shaping futures that will stretch afar.
We're still creating legends in our own and special way -
that pioneering spirit is alive in Young today.
As cherry blossom promises sweet juiciness in store,
so hidden treasures will reward those willing to explore.
And when our trip is over, and the songs have all been sung -
we'll find our lasting memories will be Forever Young!
As I've mentioned in my edited "Update to Forum Friends", I have to apologise for my prolonged absence from the Forum, due to the slower than expected recovery of my husband Rod after open heart surgery.
Good to see you involved again, Maureen - and again, deepest sympathy from Rod and me on your recent sad loss.
Now - to the current homework challenge. I have quite a few poems about specific locations in Australia - but have chosen this one because it represents the start of my bush poetry adventures. As you know, I've written poetry all my life, but my current journey began with my first ever competition win - in the Cherry Festival Written Poetry Competition in Young NSW, way back in 2011. In celebration of that prize (for my poem Some People), I penned this tribute to the town of Young, which remains rather special, right from that first time we visited on one of our caravan trips and Rod just happened to see a flyer for their written poetry competition and persuaded me to enter.
FOREVER YOUNG
(c) Shelley Hansen 2011
We've come from "Up the Country" - very glad we made the trip
in search of cooler pastures, where the air still holds a nip.
In caravan by Windsor, and our Jeep Grand Cherokee,
we've pointed our direction to the South, "Himself" and me.
It's final throes of Winter - still, a frost begins the days
while distant mountains sparkle in a violet shimmer-haze.
The trees, not yet awakened from the bareness of their grief,
stand sentinel and silent as they wait for burst of leaf.
But Spring will never be denied, and in this coloured land
the warming days already yield a harvest bright and grand.
Canola fields blaze saffron yellow as their blooms unfold,
Salvation Jane's deep purple underlines the wattle's gold.
Amid this painted splendour looms the town that's Young at heart.
'Twas with the cry of Gold! that its rich story had its start.
Men came from far and near to be the fortune-favoured few,
and laid a firm foundation for a town which grew and grew.
Now times have changed in ways our founding fathers could not guess.
We strive for gold in other ways - but strive still, nonetheless.
No longer is the railway line an artery of wealth,
no longer do bushrangers ambush Cobb & Co by stealth.
But heritage and hirstory have shaped the way we are,
and we, in turn, are shaping futures that will stretch afar.
We're still creating legends in our own and special way -
that pioneering spirit is alive in Young today.
As cherry blossom promises sweet juiciness in store,
so hidden treasures will reward those willing to explore.
And when our trip is over, and the songs have all been sung -
we'll find our lasting memories will be Forever Young!