ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

I Want To Build A Windmill

I want to build a windmill,
A water tank as well.
Perhaps a little trough at which
A passing horse might spell

In my small suburban garden
Where the horns and sirens blare.
Yes, I want a hint of yesterday
Just waiting for me there.

I will still have my computer.
I will still have my TV.
I will still have all the trappings
Of this slick society,

Where there's sushi on the corner,
Where there's pizza up the street,
Where the bitumen beats daily
To a thousand padding feet;

Where the traffic races swiftly
Through the evening and dawn,
Where the washers wash the duco,
Where the mowers mow the lawn,

But the magpies keep on singing
And the bats fly overhead,
Which shows that Nature's rhythms
In this town are not quite dead,

And to them I'll add my windmill,
And my little water tank,
And I'll sit beneath the star-light,
And I'll wonder who to thank.


© Stephen Whiteside 19.03.2013

Nice Stephen. Made me smile.

Heather

Heather, I am pleased.

Very whimsical - sounds like my place with the bats flying overhead. I like it

Cheers

Maureen

Thanks, Maureen.

Yes, I walked down towards the Yarra last night, and was astonished to see a long line of bats flying silently overhead. They were in a long line, perhaps fifty metres across, stretching as far as the eye could see. Remarkable sight. It was late evening, and the streets were empty. Never before have I had such a strong feeling of two worlds in the same place.

I think we have all been there at one time or another Stephen, a beautiful poem.


I sat at lunch the other day and watched a wasp digging it's nesting hole under the edge of a carpark so no matter what is going on in the world nature finds a way.


Cheers Mate really enjoyed that.


Bob

Thanks, Bob.

Yes ... Very good (again). Your poems never disappointment.
Wazza

Thanks, Wazza.

Goodonya Stephen.


Make sure you get a council permit first.