ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

I mentioned that I had started two poems for this and settled for the other one;
I thought I may as well try to finish this one as well.

From the Shadows of the Past

You’re living in the past old mate a good friend once told me,
you have to think about the future – not what used to be.
Yet still my mind will wander to another time and place –
a campfire after sunset, and the miles of open space.

Out where the far hills seem to beckon begging you to stay
and then that sense of coming home – you’ve been too long away
A land of opportunity - the gates to freedom open wide,
a place that captures hearts, then soon a love you cannot hide.

Soft breezes stir the nearby trees and memories return,
of days and friends long gone and of the lifestyle you still yearn.
As thoughts drift ever onwards you’re reliving things once more,
the faces and the places known from all those years before.

That worn out rusty old tin can, found buried in the ground;
a locket with a name engraved among the treasures found.
You’d kept that locket through the years and still possess it now,
as though you had once known that girl back in the past somehow.

©T.E. Piggott

That's lovely Terry - well worth finishing and a little sentiment never goes astray IMO, especially charming as this is.

I agree Terry - a beautiful poem filled with longing, and one to which I'm sure we can all relate.

Very nice Terry ... I love the personalising of the unknown locket as if it belonged to a known past.

Cheers
Shelley

Thanks Maureen, Catherine and Shelley

The locket was true enough found near a mine called the Coronation on Mt. Celia Station.
It was in an old poverty tin along with a few small nuggets and old coins - I've still got it somewhere.

Cheers

Terry

What a treasure!
The poem and the locket with its mysteries!

Terry, I think you mate was mistaken, surely there's nothing wrong with remembering the past, especially the good things. Is that the same as living in the past, I don't think so.
Isn't that where the wisdom of old age comes from. And would you be able to write these poems without a past to draw upon ?

Thanks Wendy
You may be surprised at the number of little treasure (well to me anyway) that I've found over the years.

Terry


I guess you're right Neville,
eventually memories of the things and people we loved might be all we have to hang onto - hope not though.

Terry