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Hometown
Contributed by
spike
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Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 01:09:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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Desert country, sky like glass, highway fringed with Spinifex grass
The soil and dust an ochre red, the memories live within my head.
The wide main street, with man’s precision,
Cuts through town like an black incision
Cuts through my heart and into my mind,
Into the past I left behind.
Summer’s heat bakes this town, an oven that shrivels all to ground
Life retreats from the radiant heat, the rare Southerly cool and sweet.
And Winters too, cold and dry,
No hope of rain in the vast blue sky
Thunderheads tease in the distance,
but rarely break a drought’s resistance.
A quietude hangs on the air, a ghostly emptiness always there
Despite the traffic and the clubs, and the occasional violence from the pubs.
Life is slow here, a turtle’s pace,
an alternative to the city’s race
But stifling to the hungry-hearted,
Most of whom have long departed.
Still, country living is hard to resist; like everywhere good and bad co-exist
For every beaten kid and crying wife, someone is living a happy life.
And somewhere here is a familiar child,
Growing up happy and wild
Before life starts wearing him down,
Enjoying life in a rural town.
Copyright ©
spike
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2005-01-30 01:09:52]
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Re: Hometown
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by DreamWeaver on
Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 03:29:41 AM AEST
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| This poem deserves the highest of accolades ... well thought out, well presented, love the rhyming, the structure ... and obviously you love your home town, great poem ... Jan |
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Re: Hometown
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by Silent-No-More on
Monday, 7th February 2005 @ 12:53:56 AM AEST
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With regard to your note at the top.... Nor can I, and yes - it did.
But stifling to the hungry-hearted,
Most of whom have long departed.
... sad, isn't it, how many walk away? And worse... how few ever look back.
Thank goodness for that wild child. : )
~SNM~ |
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