THE HALCYON DAYS
Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 11:16 pm
This was the little poem that started it all for me, it won the encouragement award at Boyup Brook in 2009. And gave me the encouragement to keep trying.
I probably posted it back then, but thought I’d put it up again for anyone who’d like to read it, - Terry
THE HALCYON DAYS
He lay there quietly dreaming of his fishing days long past,
of when the streams ran pure and clean and creeks flowed deep and fast.
Where trout were fat and fighting fit as wild trout always are,
and those that dwelt in forest streams the sweetest fish by far.
With karri forest still pristine; (clear felling yet to come),
he now recalls the big fish pool down by the old Red Gum.
And sees the creek come tumbling down to kiss the pool below,
and there he watched his speckled friends those many years ago.
His daydreams grow more vivid as the hours drift slowly by,
he dreams he walks the streams again with trusty rod and fly.
And soon his dream has come alive with summer in the air,
the heady smell of eucalypt now wafts from everywhere.
Cicada’s sing their noisy song with summer on the way -
the forest now seems full of life out on this balmy day.
The birds are singing in the trees while insects buzz about,
and it was good to be alive to seek the wily trout.
He hears the forest whisper as the wind now stirs the trees,
and high up in the canopy the constant hum of bees.
The gentle trickling of the brook is music to his ears,
as in his dreams he lives again those happy carefree years.
She looks down fondly at him and tears glisten in her eye,
recalling him in younger days when he was fit and spry.
When he had been her hero to protect her come what may,
until old age diminished him to what he is today.
Awakened from his day dreams by his Daughters gentle touch -
a tender kiss upon his cheek; a look that tells him much.
He tells her not to worry things are not as they may seem,
although he can no longer walk, he still knows how to dream.
******
© Terry Piggott 4/12/2008
I probably posted it back then, but thought I’d put it up again for anyone who’d like to read it, - Terry
THE HALCYON DAYS
He lay there quietly dreaming of his fishing days long past,
of when the streams ran pure and clean and creeks flowed deep and fast.
Where trout were fat and fighting fit as wild trout always are,
and those that dwelt in forest streams the sweetest fish by far.
With karri forest still pristine; (clear felling yet to come),
he now recalls the big fish pool down by the old Red Gum.
And sees the creek come tumbling down to kiss the pool below,
and there he watched his speckled friends those many years ago.
His daydreams grow more vivid as the hours drift slowly by,
he dreams he walks the streams again with trusty rod and fly.
And soon his dream has come alive with summer in the air,
the heady smell of eucalypt now wafts from everywhere.
Cicada’s sing their noisy song with summer on the way -
the forest now seems full of life out on this balmy day.
The birds are singing in the trees while insects buzz about,
and it was good to be alive to seek the wily trout.
He hears the forest whisper as the wind now stirs the trees,
and high up in the canopy the constant hum of bees.
The gentle trickling of the brook is music to his ears,
as in his dreams he lives again those happy carefree years.
She looks down fondly at him and tears glisten in her eye,
recalling him in younger days when he was fit and spry.
When he had been her hero to protect her come what may,
until old age diminished him to what he is today.
Awakened from his day dreams by his Daughters gentle touch -
a tender kiss upon his cheek; a look that tells him much.
He tells her not to worry things are not as they may seem,
although he can no longer walk, he still knows how to dream.
******
© Terry Piggott 4/12/2008
- at over $1500 an oz. I got mates who've pegged leases out on the old Palmer River diggings with some success.