red heart my country
can't help but examine all th faces
at th station
and I have to admit I was
eaves-dropping too
my how you've grown haven't seen
you since creation
horse over in th stockyard's
clopping through
nan with her grand-kid no-one's
quite apart
we're all watching him keep behind
th yellow line
we don't care there's no train yet
– there's country heart
we've all had that feeling – that
kid could have been mine
and I remember th first time I left
on my own
suitcase tied with string and as
heavy as patience
general consensus I was bringing
down th tone
right on cue there's a siren in th
distance
football team on th oval lifting
telephone poles
late afternoon crickets pulsing in
unison
I have to stop and scuff up some
red dirt with my sole
new coat of paint on th pub it's
shining
elm trees and a bronze horseman to
our heroic dead
bronze akubra forever askew on his
head
town clock says forget lunch we'll
have dinner instead
and I'm walking th back lanes
behind th old sheds
where my son used to hide and
surprise me every time he did
where my son used to hide and
surprise me every time he did
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I don't often like rhyming poems but this has a nice pace and rhythm. And the last two lines are very good, too.
ReplyDeleteThere is something very appealing about this poem and each time I read it I get something more. I didn't actually notice the rhyme until I read Michelle's comment and that was surprising. I would love to hear the poet's comment on it but it stands alone without. :-)
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