Reflections 2
The Continuing Story of my Life in Rhyme
Day by day there’s some dismay
anxiety and joy
moods are my barometer
since I was a boy.
Lift me up and let me down
which way will I go
each day is metamorphic
where ere the wind may blow.
Rarely there are rainbows
horizons serve me well
outside till the last minute
till I hear the bell.
Moments of mixed emotions
classes held in cloisters
kneeling and devotions
hunting the rocks for oysters.
Staying down at Palm Beach
swimming in the sea
floating on the king-tide
abandoned young and free.
Fresh fountains of family
favourite friends uncles and aunts
lying in the green grass
watching growing plants.
Yearning for a holiday
trapped at boarding school
living by fear and discipline
and the golden rule.
Friendship on the fringes
leaning on the fence
watching the lazy river
our feelings so intense.
Maps with destinations
planning the escape
down at Lady Macquarie’s chair
bold move or a mistake.
Then click clack along the track
leaving Central station
bound for places we don’t know
an exotic destination.
Wrapped in itchy duffel coats
toggles and wooden pegs
bleached hair from a bottle
breakfast of ham and eggs.
©
David Rudder
1st August 2020
Thanks for reading.
