Up in the hills of Merri Creek
Dancing around my red brick walls
I breathe in the eucalyptus
Listening to urban laughs and tram bells
Wrapped in blankets of holidays past
Dreaming of the day I can leave
Just so I can come home again.
Drifting to the line beyond the water
Impossible, screams “I am possible”
Surfing and surviving the crushing waves
Never letting go, it’s incredible
Eternal souls uplift my ageing heart
Years of friendship, we will never be apart.
Thirteen Reasons why Today didn’t suck.
Autumn night, well played
A fresh to start the day.
Waking up to the big blue,
is an Aussie’s Paradise.
Ding Ding, the café bell
Madam Rosa knows me well.
Coffee beans and toasted bacon,
Taste buds have awoken.
City heels find their strut
music on, iPhone plugged.
Happy chaos on the street,
nods to those we meet.
Chocolate Orange Mocha
meant good vibrations at the lockers.
Smiles and conversations,
we found our destination.
“Here’s your boost juice, babe”
My favourite mint and kale.
A Southern Cross hottie,
smiles and winks at me.
My phone constantly glows,
with plans for April tomorrows.
Office sing a long,
we know our working song.
Home to a branded Charlie
inspiring another story.
He comes to the world on an English stage,
His words branded into all the children.
His thoughts flicker through every writes page,
a wise master to all men and women.
He travelled from Europe to the Middle East,
from London to the streets of Verona.
He twisted truth like a romantic beast,
and even got laughed out of Vienna.
But his life was the truest tragedy,
falling to death after a merry drink.
To this day, we can’t spell his name properly
because he would scribble whatever he thinks.
Do you know the man who I speak of?
Have a moment, this was a labour of love.
Branded in my memory – those headlines.
“Everybody’s going to war”, she said
in big bold irrefutable lines
caterwauling across the world: “you’re dead”.
I remember summer, so exciting
hanging together in our township, there
used to be laughter at sudden lightening
we were innocence at the village faire.
But despite the darkness that lingers here
you’re flickering in the deepest shadow
and where there is light, there is hope my dear
inspiring a better tomorrow.
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up...
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