Homework April 22 'Through a Dusty Windshield'

[Terry]

Seeing it’s wet and miserable to-day I have decided to have another go at this and try to make better use of Maureen’s Excellent prompts.


Through a Dusty Windshield

Peering through the windshield at the lonely emptiness outback,
as I wend my way through mulga trees along an ancient track.
And ahead a blueish misty veil that shrouds the distant hills,
then what seems like miles of nothingness but creaking station mills.

But it hasn’t always been like this, for tribes once roamed out here,
till the coming of the White man signaled that the end was near.
And their dreamtime was diminished by the changes that took place,
yet you sense their presence out here, though they seldom left a trace.

Though this country old and weathered any change is hard to see,
yet it’s slowly happening today the way it’s meant to be.
As the mountains wear away to craggy hills as time moves on
leaving shattered skeletons of earthly monoliths long gone.

Skies at least have never changed here as the eons have sped by,
and ten thousand stars still twinkle in an outback darkened sky.
Earthly problems are forgotten as you sip a mug of tea,
sitting by a crackling campfire many miles here from the sea.

©T.E. Piggott

[Ron]

You certainly put that rainy day to good use Terry!
Once again you have created great imagery of space and time!
Enjoyed the read mate,
Ron

[Terry]

Thanks Ron

A wet day is rare over this way, so thought I'd have another go at this.

Terry

[Shelley Hansen]

Well written, Terry - a good rainy day's work!

[Terry]

Thanks Shelley

Terry

[Catherine Lee]

Another excellent example of the Terry Piggott gift of imagery! I just love the way in which you paint such crystal clear pictures. This takes me right out there to the car and the campfire - magic! And as Ron and Shelley said, a great rainy day's work!

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well that was time well spent - your words carried us alongside you on your journey to your beloved outback as only you can do Terry. I can smell the smoke from the campfire now and see the ghostly wraiths of our indigenous brothers crossing the spinifex plains, in single file with a wallaby slung across their shoulders, dust puffing up around their feet as they travel onwards. You are the master of imagery my friend. Well done.

[Terry]

Thanks Maureen

Some memories last forever.

Terry

[mummsie]

Beautiful images Terry, you write from the heart.

Much of your work centres around the outback and reflects not only your knowledge of this vast expanse but just how at home you are there-the last verse in particular reflects that thought. Love your work.

Sue

[Terry]

Thanks Sue

Yes I keep getting drawn back out there,
and always will I guess.

Terry