FARAWAY DREAMING
FARAWAY DREAMING
FARAWAY DREAMING
© Frank Daniel (at Wandoan Q.) 1979
Last night as I lay sleeping I dreamed of far away
Remembering in my slumber old friends at work and play.
I dreamt I heard sweet music as it filtered through the trees,
Such perfect notes afloating on a lucerne scented breeze.
I heard a band of children from the old Canowindra school
Playing music soft in harmony like ripples on a pool.
I saw their leader take his wand, with magic gestures deft
He drew his urchins into tune, as each one played his best.
And down along Belubula cool water wends its way,
The she-oak and the willow blend in soft idyllic sway.
I saw a golden sunset silhouette the Nangar Range
As day came slowly to an end and darkness filled the plains.
The day turned softly into night, the music ceased to play,
And I woke in dull surroundings from my dreams of faraway.
Yes, my dreams are of Canowindra and that valley far away,
Where lucerne scented breezes fill the air at break of day:
It’s a longing for a home place; it’s somewhere to settle down,
It’s a tugging on my heart strings, it’s my old Canowindra town!
© Frank Daniel (at Wandoan Q.) 1979
Last night as I lay sleeping I dreamed of far away
Remembering in my slumber old friends at work and play.
I dreamt I heard sweet music as it filtered through the trees,
Such perfect notes afloating on a lucerne scented breeze.
I heard a band of children from the old Canowindra school
Playing music soft in harmony like ripples on a pool.
I saw their leader take his wand, with magic gestures deft
He drew his urchins into tune, as each one played his best.
And down along Belubula cool water wends its way,
The she-oak and the willow blend in soft idyllic sway.
I saw a golden sunset silhouette the Nangar Range
As day came slowly to an end and darkness filled the plains.
The day turned softly into night, the music ceased to play,
And I woke in dull surroundings from my dreams of faraway.
Yes, my dreams are of Canowindra and that valley far away,
Where lucerne scented breezes fill the air at break of day:
It’s a longing for a home place; it’s somewhere to settle down,
It’s a tugging on my heart strings, it’s my old Canowindra town!
Re: FARAWAY DREAMING
I think you may have read this one at Bungendore Frank. An oldie but a goodie. Love the phrase "lucerne scented breeze" I can just smell it.
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Beautiful - I too like the lucerne scented breeze
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Is it not amazeing how some smells can bring back great memories.
The smell of rain on the breeze is one for me.
Never smelt fresh cut lucerne but it sounds great.
Great visual images Frank
The smell of rain on the breeze is one for me.
Never smelt fresh cut lucerne but it sounds great.
Great visual images Frank
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I like that one Frank. Very good. What instrument did you play in the school band ??
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G'day Frank, enjoyed your poem , keep the good work going!
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Re: FARAWAY DREAMING
I love this one Frank, I too often find myself in deep thought of days gone by, the smell of nectarines does it to me everytime.
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Yes I said. Waiting for a negative response.
"Oh well you smell really nice" He said
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Yes I said. Waiting for a negative response.
"Oh well you smell really nice" He said
Brutt is surposed to attract shielas isn't it ?
Just my luck
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