I wonder does time heal scars?
Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:51 pm
you all know that I have trouble with rhyme rhythem and metre but this is what I have written trying to portray the feeling of this woman and an old swaggy who she vagely thinks she remembers
So what do you think
I wonder does time heal scars
I’m gunna do it tomorra, that’s what the old bloke said.
I’m gunna be a great man again, that’s what the dero said.
I’m gunna chop your wood, that’s what the old man said.
I’m gunna change me ways, that’s what that fella said.
My mother gave him clean clothes left over from my dad
She said, there kinda battered, but were the best that she had
The coppers in the back yard, there’s a tub behind the shed
So scrub up in the tub old chap, and then you will be fed
At the table we sat, mum, me sister and me made three, plus he.
Mutton from the night before, spuds an onions that’s for tea,
there was damper and treacle, along with a mug of billy tea.
but before we ate, he bowed his head, saying words that flowed free.
The meal was eaten and dishes done and he strode straight to the door
and grabbed the axe and to the wood heap he started on that chore
He split it up though slowly, stacking it neatly by the door
And he asked my mother politely, if he could sleep in the stable straw
He slept that night in the stable, with a horse in the other stall.
My mother sadly found him laying dead, in a blanket by the wall
The ambulance came and took him from that stall
Seems he was a soldier of great repute, a man who’d fought them all
My Mother thought him familiar, and a tear rolled down her cheek
when she found a battered picture laying on the ground
Oh she cried in tears of sorrow for she could hardly speak
‘twas a picture of her mother and a soldier who was her brother!
And now her brothers battle, has finally been won
Written by Bill Williams 27th December 2010 ©
So what do you think
I wonder does time heal scars
I’m gunna do it tomorra, that’s what the old bloke said.
I’m gunna be a great man again, that’s what the dero said.
I’m gunna chop your wood, that’s what the old man said.
I’m gunna change me ways, that’s what that fella said.
My mother gave him clean clothes left over from my dad
She said, there kinda battered, but were the best that she had
The coppers in the back yard, there’s a tub behind the shed
So scrub up in the tub old chap, and then you will be fed
At the table we sat, mum, me sister and me made three, plus he.
Mutton from the night before, spuds an onions that’s for tea,
there was damper and treacle, along with a mug of billy tea.
but before we ate, he bowed his head, saying words that flowed free.
The meal was eaten and dishes done and he strode straight to the door
and grabbed the axe and to the wood heap he started on that chore
He split it up though slowly, stacking it neatly by the door
And he asked my mother politely, if he could sleep in the stable straw
He slept that night in the stable, with a horse in the other stall.
My mother sadly found him laying dead, in a blanket by the wall
The ambulance came and took him from that stall
Seems he was a soldier of great repute, a man who’d fought them all
My Mother thought him familiar, and a tear rolled down her cheek
when she found a battered picture laying on the ground
Oh she cried in tears of sorrow for she could hardly speak
‘twas a picture of her mother and a soldier who was her brother!
And now her brothers battle, has finally been won
Written by Bill Williams 27th December 2010 ©