I wrote a Poem
I don't know why. It just came to me one day while I was at work sitting at my computer.
Now that the pressure is off about Callignee I was day dreaming (as you do) about the wonderful times we had there and this just poured out.
At first I thought it was just going to be something written down, but then the rhyme and rhythm sort of happened. Year 12 English at school many years ago must have lingered in this brain.
I used to dream of trees and ferns and streams
A small house on a few acres, mainly green in my eyes
Far enough away from trouble and rush
To make friends with birds and native animals
To embrace the wilderness and the bush
It did happen and so beautiful
I was stopped in my tracks and had to sit
Amazed and admiring the stillness and hush
To appreciate the undisturbed tranquility
The gentle muted colours of the bush
I had to let it go in my mind
It is no longer there to marvel in awe at sounds not heard before
The fiery tongues came to crush
To terrify with an urge so strong to flee
To create black of the surrounding bush
- ▼ October (6)