Sounds of then...........

Tracey Mac

Sounds of then...........

Sounds of Then
(This is Australia)

I think I hear the sounds of then,
And people talking,
The scenes recalled, by minute movement,
And songs they fall, from the backing tape.
That certain texture,that certain smell,

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
In brick veneer on financed beds.
In a room, of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell,
Brings home the heavy days,
Brings home the the night time swell,

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.

The block is awkward – it faces west,
With long diagonals, sloping too.
And in the distance, through the heat haze,
In convoys of silence the cattle graze.
That certain texture, that certain beat,
Brings forth the night time heat.

Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think that this is Australia.

To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
In brick veneer on financed beds.
In a room of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell,
Brings forth the heavy days,
Brings forth the night time sweat
Out on the patio we’d sit,
And the humidity we’d breathe,
We’d watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.
This is Australia….......

Ganggajang

Sounds of then........... belongs to the following groups:

Enchanting Powerful Photo Manipulation (2 per day), Friends of RedBubble, Inspired By Life, Live, Love, Dream: , PixElations - The Art of Photoshop, Safe Haven, Style! Class! Elegance! Excellence!, The Woman Photographer **7 Submissions a week only please** and Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom! Available for sale as

Greeting Cards, Matted Prints, Laminated Prints, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints, Framed Prints and Posters

Sounds of then........... by Tracey Mac
Sounds of then........... by Tracey Mac

Add your comment

You need to login or signup to add your comment to this work.