ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

there’s a cold wind blowing
just outside my door
and a heavy rain is falling
where the sky was blue before
and I know they’ve come to tell me
not to fight it any more
and a cold wind is blowing
just outside my door

when I think back to the summer years
my dreaming mind takes flight
and I marvel at the journey
that introduced me to this night
I hear voices warm and tender
don’t fight it any more
but a cold wind’s still blowing
just outside my door

now memories once faded
arrest me from my sleep
and I reach out to reveal them
bring them back into my keep
the voices are much softer now
don’t fight it any more
and the wind’s a little quieter
just outside my door

in the theatre of my dreaming
I return to timeless years
a travel through the seasons
the laughter and the tears
the voices now are whispers
but I’m not listening any more
and the cold wind’s stopped blowing
just outside my door

Wazza

Ooh, that's a beauty, Wazza. There's so much atmosphere to this poem, and the way in which you repeat the last lines is highly effective - Love it!

Thank you Catherine. Really glad you enjoyed the read. Happy to get one written, though it's not really bush poetry. Most of the words I write aren't. I've rejoined the ABPA family but have noticed that there isn't a lot happening. Is it just early in the year and other matters take precedent? Thanks again for your comment. Glad to be back.
Cheers,
Wazza.

Hi Wazza

I agree with Cathrine, and it's great to have another homeworker join our ranks.

Yes that repeated last line can be very effective, and it brought back fading memories from the past.
of a song that I seem to vaguely remember.

Cheers

Terry

If it's the one I'm thinking of it's one you ought to have done more with in my humble opinion Terry.
Wazza

Ah yes Wazza, just what those old mind games can get up to! Just have to keep on top of them don't we.
Well done mate, enjoyed the read, thank you,
Cheers
Ron

Thanks Ron.