Nomads
Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 7:09 am
Not long to go now.
Nomads
As the daytime light is fading and the twilight starts to glow.
You see ghostly bodies slowly moving, shadows drifting too and fro
The firelight flames begin to flicker as voices in low murmurs speak
Chairs fold out with clicks and chatters, tired old bones groan and squeak.
This is a long held fine tradition embedded way back in ancient times
But it had such small beginnings some do not know the heights to which it climbs.
The chink of glass and bottle as the wine begins to flow,
the hiss of opened stubbies in the nights sweet afterglow.
They gather here to celebrate with good friends both one and all
New members join this happy throng drawn by the campfires welcome call.
Once again we see the good times without worries or a frown
It is winter in the southern states and the nomads are back in town.
Bob Pacey
Nomads
As the daytime light is fading and the twilight starts to glow.
You see ghostly bodies slowly moving, shadows drifting too and fro
The firelight flames begin to flicker as voices in low murmurs speak
Chairs fold out with clicks and chatters, tired old bones groan and squeak.
This is a long held fine tradition embedded way back in ancient times
But it had such small beginnings some do not know the heights to which it climbs.
The chink of glass and bottle as the wine begins to flow,
the hiss of opened stubbies in the nights sweet afterglow.
They gather here to celebrate with good friends both one and all
New members join this happy throng drawn by the campfires welcome call.
Once again we see the good times without worries or a frown
It is winter in the southern states and the nomads are back in town.
Bob Pacey