A SIMPLE LIFE

 

Day dream of the time to come

When we spend our days in the golden Sun

 

Such were the ways

Of our school holidays

When the family drove down

To a hidden place we had found

With a quaint little shack

And a ‘loo’ out the back

 

It was far out of sight of prying eyes

And within an arm’s reach

Of our own private beach

Those were the days

To cherish always

For as part of the view

A little creek filtered through

Right to the base of a curious old wall

Dividing the shore

While behind, looming tall

Dominating it all

Were those cliff fronted hills

And so, if looking for thrills

And you reached the very top

Then you could say

You were king for the day

At the foot of the scree

Grew the stands of milkweed

Where the butterflys breed

Overlooking the shiny sands

We would sift through our hands

While looking for shells

Or what, who could tell?

Then searching for jewels

Through glistening rock pools

Where so much would hide

On the ebb of low tide

 

And at the end of the day

When we’d all gather round

With the Sun going down

But what were the names

Of those old parlour games?

 

Rodd Sherwin

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