I don’t know why I’ve
stopped here today
I do not know what draws me
down this little path
It’s like I want to find
some peace before the storm
It’s like I feel the need to
sit and think a while
I feel so alive amid the
greenery
It calls my restless feet
The brambles catch at my
jeans and try to hold me back
Their leaves; like those of
a rose bush; the only colour is my blood
I came seeking some wild
mint leaves to take back home
There are none here today;
they’re all gone!
I see the make-shift bamboo
bridges
Someone has made; to span
the tiny creek
They show where some one
else’s feet have trod
Then, the tangled leafy
green vines; try to trip my feet
The uneven ground has made
me trip enough
I’m not as agile as I once
was
Memories come flooding back!
When the five of us
clambered along these trails
The scenery is different
Storms have wrought so much
change!
Broken trees; branches
litter the ground in the mud
Yet still nature steals it
all back
Bringing life and peace in
its wake!
Though the peace is quiet
and sure
Other sounds break into this
little haven
I hear men’s voices; echoing
down from the road
I hear the beeping of large
machinery
There are large rocks and
many tons of sand
Holding back the wildness of
the plants!
As I retrace my steps and
rise again
I hear children’s voices in
the park
Laughter and joy are
peaceful too!
Glad cries of precious
little voices fill my heart
Mother’s voices calling: “Stay close to me!”
As they watch them climb the
colourful jungle gym
A few birds peeping; their
gentle sounds
A beautiful wanderer
butterfly
Passing over my head as I
look at the azure sky
Then the sounds of traffic
passing by
Some louder; deliberate;
roaring motors too!
All invade my peaceful
place!
As I emerge and walk on up
The grey footpaths amid the
green
Grassy slopes so neat and
clean
A cannon; from a distant war
Sits so straight-laced; like
a dinosaur
Then I see that the wagon’s
gone
From underneath the
sheltered roof
The wishing well waits
patiently
A Willy Wagtail and sparrows
cheep
I see a couple walking;
hand-in-hand
Heels clacking on the
pavement
Another couple softly tread
across the lawns
Drinks and a blanket in
their hands
The Magpies serenade us all
More birds sing as quietness
reigns
In between the traffic’s
strains
Then I watch the majestic
pines soaring so high into the sky
Sparsely leaved with their
sticky spines
A pepper tree across the
creek
Reminds me of primary school
days
The Jacaranda’s green leaved
boughs
The Moreton Bay Fig’s
a-shine
A pigeon coos
Bees return to their hive
inside this tree
So many knobbly branches
twisting round!
Day-Off Peter stands so still beside his trusty horse
A couple of workers having
lunch beside their Ute
An ambulance comes screaming
by; lights flashing; in a rush!
Big kids climbing the
jungle-gym (20’s)
Riding the see-saw horses too
So good to see young people
so full of life!
Thus; all around this
peaceful sanctuary
Life goes on as usual
Hard and fast-paced; like a
race
Everyone going somewhere!
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