Bondi Beach, Sydney, Australia ~ location of the beach volleyball at the Sydney Olympics in 2000 ~ a time and place of innocence.
I couldn’t resist this shot or four young guys lying in a row on the white sands of Bondi, relaxing, enjoying and soaking up the sun. But as I looked I observed and a thought, some words, grew….
My mum has wonderful and vivid memories of this beach and many happy hours spent there relaxing days away, escaping the harsh realities of war and nursing the wounded.
They too soaked up the sun
let it beat on their worried brows,
erasing the fears and the tears
while the salt water washed away the
pain of living so young yet not free,
in doubt and too often in fear.
Yet it was for this very scene,
that they so bravely endured
the dark days and disquiet,
the deprivations and privations
of World War Two
And so it was with joy
that she stood beside me there
her face aglow with more than the brightness
of a warm spring day
as she gazed below
on the crowds of the free
oblivious revellers in the fruits
of labours long worn
and a victory
They never laid down on the job!