If I stood here back then I wouldn’t be today,
And to be safe each day I can only pray.
Eastern State Penitentiary Group Shoot
An African Folktale
I fear that Yungaba will be no more
Than expensive homes for millionaires;
A century of migrants memories gone
But it’s business, so nobody cares.
And I dreamed we danced the night away
While a tenor sang “Macushla”
That world existed in the Blue Mountains, only about 60 miles West of Sydney but for an awe-inspired toddler, it could have been on another planet.
“Letters would be written, in verse and long hand
Communicate with others, soul to soul, from
Hand to paper, to eyes, and then back again, constant”
Can you hear the echo….?
“Laughter is a reminder, the past, large trees provide shade, place
Days of old nourish days of tomorrow, Remember
Never forget, the childhood remains, a constant like the wind”
A poem and song, based on the Charles Dickens book ‘A Tale of Two Cities’.
Humorous Australian bush poetry.
Spring had survived a vicious mountain lion attack, and would undoubtedly have perished …had we not come to the place we did, at exactly the time that we did.