Swings and Roundabouts
Swings and Roundabouts
Swings and Roundabouts
The rain faded suddenly, exactly as it came,
Clouds which defeated suns retreated just the same
Leaving pools like shining jewels betraying lows and highs
Fading into shifting sands while staring at the skies
Some welcomed watered lawns and cupboards free from dust
Others only ever saw the damaged crops and rust
But she hung out another load
While he spread gravel on the road
And when their boots were neatly stowed
They sat and shared a crust
It’s only those who know the dry that know the joy rain brings
For what’s lost on the roundabouts is picked up on the swings.
Summer curled into the autumn as the days grew short
And evenings early hours now had little to report
The golden noise of bird and bee became a silent chill
While coolest greens and shadows turned to crimson on the hill
Many cursed the coming cold and railed against the night
Others revelled in the chance to pull the shutters tight
She took preserves from the store
He split timber – and cut more
And on the rug that warmed the floor
They shared the fire’s light
Autumns can take nothing that won’t come back in the Springs
For what’s lost on the roundabouts is picked up on the swings
While their lives are simple, they are never left in need
And if they smile, it’s not because they have not disagreed
She had youthful dreams that faded into aging skin
The settler’s suit he wore covered the traveller within
Yet many that they know have chased their dreams and travelled far
And many searched so hard they don’t know who or where they are
They have held on to the claim
They’ll live together - die the same
And they can neither praise nor blame
The people that they are
They both took care to share their life, with all it takes and brings
And what’s lost on the roundabouts is picked up on the swings.
h
The rain faded suddenly, exactly as it came,
Clouds which defeated suns retreated just the same
Leaving pools like shining jewels betraying lows and highs
Fading into shifting sands while staring at the skies
Some welcomed watered lawns and cupboards free from dust
Others only ever saw the damaged crops and rust
But she hung out another load
While he spread gravel on the road
And when their boots were neatly stowed
They sat and shared a crust
It’s only those who know the dry that know the joy rain brings
For what’s lost on the roundabouts is picked up on the swings.
Summer curled into the autumn as the days grew short
And evenings early hours now had little to report
The golden noise of bird and bee became a silent chill
While coolest greens and shadows turned to crimson on the hill
Many cursed the coming cold and railed against the night
Others revelled in the chance to pull the shutters tight
She took preserves from the store
He split timber – and cut more
And on the rug that warmed the floor
They shared the fire’s light
Autumns can take nothing that won’t come back in the Springs
For what’s lost on the roundabouts is picked up on the swings
While their lives are simple, they are never left in need
And if they smile, it’s not because they have not disagreed
She had youthful dreams that faded into aging skin
The settler’s suit he wore covered the traveller within
Yet many that they know have chased their dreams and travelled far
And many searched so hard they don’t know who or where they are
They have held on to the claim
They’ll live together - die the same
And they can neither praise nor blame
The people that they are
They both took care to share their life, with all it takes and brings
And what’s lost on the roundabouts is picked up on the swings.
h
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Re: Swings and Roundabouts
Did you write this as a song Hully?????? It is lyrical and beautiful and love the hook. I hear the music
Cheers
Maureen
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Re: Swings and Roundabouts
Hi Maureen,
- thankyou, and yes - sort of - I have a piece of music for it but not really a melody - think it will be a spoken piece - might change it a bit yet - another verse cycle (??) - but that is the current iteration of it...
cha
h
- thankyou, and yes - sort of - I have a piece of music for it but not really a melody - think it will be a spoken piece - might change it a bit yet - another verse cycle (??) - but that is the current iteration of it...
cha
h
Re: Swings and Roundabouts
"G'day" Hully,
Well I expect most of us 'marrieds' know the swings and roundabouts.
Maybe even takes a few years under the belt to accept 'em !!
"Thanks" for this piece.
Jim.
Well I expect most of us 'marrieds' know the swings and roundabouts.
Maybe even takes a few years under the belt to accept 'em !!
"Thanks" for this piece.
Jim.
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Re: Swings and Roundabouts
Every now and then I come across a poem that just seems to do that little bit more This is one of them.
Thanks Hully. I really enjoyed this one. I will add it to my "poems to revisit" list.
Thanks for sharing.
Cheers
Sue
Thanks Hully. I really enjoyed this one. I will add it to my "poems to revisit" list.
Thanks for sharing.
Cheers
Sue
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Re: Swings and Roundabouts
Lovely Hully. There's a lot to think about there. It's a poem I'll be reading again.
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Hully you old buggar... how the devil are you.
Magic read old mate.
...c
Hully you old buggar... how the devil are you.
Magic read old mate.
...c
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Re: Swings and Roundabouts
Good to see something from you again Mr Hully. 

Neville
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Re: Swings and Roundabouts
G'day Hully,
Very different but the intention of a 'spoken with music' piece, is fairly evident after having read the whole thing. At first I was rather bothered by the lay out or the rhyming pattern but by the end I could feel why it looks like it does.
Some of the lines prompt a bit of a think, which is good. Many of us (I include myself) try to jam too much detail in and get stuck in a rut. I always enjoy your work. Thanks for sharing.
Very different but the intention of a 'spoken with music' piece, is fairly evident after having read the whole thing. At first I was rather bothered by the lay out or the rhyming pattern but by the end I could feel why it looks like it does.
Some of the lines prompt a bit of a think, which is good. Many of us (I include myself) try to jam too much detail in and get stuck in a rut. I always enjoy your work. Thanks for sharing.
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