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The Past Is Cast
Ronald George Hunter Australia (Verified User) Posts 4319 Dogs 0 / Races 0 05 Jul 2021 07:40
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I was thinking back to when I was a boy, and the family life that we all sincerely enjoyed We just made do with what we had, hand me downs and unheeled shoes and the gum of the Wattle that we chewed Whenever it rained it was a blessing, which meant a trip on into town, to join the neighbours in Sunday dressings In those days we all chopped wood, it kept us warm, and cooked the meals, but now it makes the greenies squeal Their memories are like vacant pools, where the uneducated frenzy drowns them like plagues of fools Man was designed to hunt and eat meat, his teeth are designed to eat this treat, but they will keep it most discreet Dad used to say, he had only two loves and he was'nt faking, that was to sit in the shade rolling the makings And the other was to catch scent of my mothers bakings, which were always there for the taking There were many a time we all worked hard, and the only reward at the end of day, was bread and lard We all learned from nature and her lessons, as we were serenaded by the birdlife's daily sessions Out here where the Kookaburra learned to laugh, we ran hot and cold from the winds changing drafts This country's soil lies buried deep within my soul, and down on through the centuries the stories will be told There's nothing like the company of a damper and warm fire, and a good dog, who shares your desires You know, Iam getting towards that lonely long walk, and my bodies creaking, the bones are like chalk But, I would'nt swap the life I've had, nor debate that Iam going mad, because too much sanity can be sad So don't let them scatter our history's ashes, or speak of us in angry flashes, don't listen to historian bashers I see the old cross is still pointing south,, so lay me that way and put gum leaves in my mouth
Tor Janes Australia (Verified User) Posts 10026 Dogs 16 / Races 0 05 Jul 2021 20:10
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Wonderful prose there Ron, very poignant for these times.
Ray Brown Australia (Team Member) Posts 6226 Dogs 8 / Races 5 05 Jul 2021 20:30
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