Final Run- for Henry
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:17 pm
Thought I would resurrect this old poem for Henry.
Final Run
Another bug ends its life, when meeting my windscreen
while in this gradual morning light, wild life can now be seen
Diesel engine purring along this open, flat section
Humming its melodious song, rhythm in perfection.
Crimson Rosellas scoot past, as against a head wind I push
Hawks hunt lizard breakfast, hidden in the mass of saltbush
Paddocks now alive with our great grey kangaroo’s
Young Joey’s hop about, playing in three’s and two’s.
Brilliant blue sky, not a single cloud in sight
this day seems perfect, everything feels so right
Laughing when I spy beneath this morning sun
in a freshly ploughed field, emus falling, trying to run.
Wondrous Australian beauty, I’ve been honoured to experience
Rainforests, deserts, mountain ranges, captured with ebullience
View our unique animals, living, in their natural habitat
Amazing scenes will greet you on this lonely country track.
Staring in my mirror, now the road becomes the past
For a time I’ll not drive again, as this trip will be my last
I know I’ll miss the outback, the wide and sweeping plains
Caught with other drivers at flooded rivers during heavy rains.
Yes! I know it’s true, now to spend time with my darling wife
Watch our grandchildren grow, help steer them from trouble and strife
Resurrect that vegie patch, clear the strangling brood
Resting in our patio, enjoying beer and home cooked food.
Though, I know late at night, when in my bed asleep
I’ll be behind that wheel again, special memories to keep
Traversing over mountains, changing through those gears
Listening to that diesel engine, humming in my ears.
David J Delaney
02/09/2008 ©
Winner September 2008 "Poetry showcase" award from the Creative Pen world wide poetry site.
Final Run
Another bug ends its life, when meeting my windscreen
while in this gradual morning light, wild life can now be seen
Diesel engine purring along this open, flat section
Humming its melodious song, rhythm in perfection.
Crimson Rosellas scoot past, as against a head wind I push
Hawks hunt lizard breakfast, hidden in the mass of saltbush
Paddocks now alive with our great grey kangaroo’s
Young Joey’s hop about, playing in three’s and two’s.
Brilliant blue sky, not a single cloud in sight
this day seems perfect, everything feels so right
Laughing when I spy beneath this morning sun
in a freshly ploughed field, emus falling, trying to run.
Wondrous Australian beauty, I’ve been honoured to experience
Rainforests, deserts, mountain ranges, captured with ebullience
View our unique animals, living, in their natural habitat
Amazing scenes will greet you on this lonely country track.
Staring in my mirror, now the road becomes the past
For a time I’ll not drive again, as this trip will be my last
I know I’ll miss the outback, the wide and sweeping plains
Caught with other drivers at flooded rivers during heavy rains.
Yes! I know it’s true, now to spend time with my darling wife
Watch our grandchildren grow, help steer them from trouble and strife
Resurrect that vegie patch, clear the strangling brood
Resting in our patio, enjoying beer and home cooked food.
Though, I know late at night, when in my bed asleep
I’ll be behind that wheel again, special memories to keep
Traversing over mountains, changing through those gears
Listening to that diesel engine, humming in my ears.
David J Delaney
02/09/2008 ©
Winner September 2008 "Poetry showcase" award from the Creative Pen world wide poetry site.
