When we were kids - (every month or so) Family and friends would pack the cars and go Off to Pt Germein Gorge again (Everyone hoping it wouldn’t rain) Mums would sit in their deck chairs Dads sat down on logs While we kids went off exploring Hunting for tadpoles and frogs The Dads might have a beer or two While they got a nice fire alight Mums had their friends and a thermos of tea And all in the world was right It was pure fun and adventure Being let free to run and climb Just curious little children Having a great old time Lifting up the creek rocks Just to see what lived below And pulling bark off the trees in awe To see where tiny bugs grow We’d have sword fights with the Yackas And go Yabbying with string We’d balance on the creek stones Trying hard not to fall in But wet clothes were quite common As were green stained dacks From sliding down the grassy hills On our bums or on our backs. Of course, we would have our theories On the animal poops we’d find Were they from a kangaroo? Or a monster of some kind. And then we would hear Dads whistle Bellowing out full force Time to come back to the “camp” kids For fried fritz, snags and sauce. There would be home grown Navel oranges Their juice running down our chins While we started to pack all the gear away Then….. First back to the car wins. And it was always a happy trip home Singing and playing “I Spy” Balancing our treasured tadpoles Watching the trees go by. And soon the hum of the motor Would lull us kids to sleep. Happy little Vegemites With memories to keep.
The Unusual Hat
Many have said I am an “unusual” hat I’m one of a kind - it’s true And I was made in Gay Paree in 1952 Well, yes… I’m in St Vinnies now (in the Bargain Bin they say) But I started life in a chic boutique On the exclusive Champs Elysée’s Where rich and famous ladies travelled far to see The very latest creations from my “Madame Lilly” Made with the finest satin Trimmed with frivolous flair Adorned with tulle and sequins Only the most bold would wear My box was also special and proudly put on show Striped in Candy pink and white Tied with a black velvet bow And in my six or so decades, in seven different nations Many ladies have possessed me and I’ve had many alterations My pheasant feathers long gone… my sequins taken too My tulle has many moth holes, and my flowers are all askew So here I am in the Bargain Bin, awaiting my next fate When a pretty little blonde girl comes- (her mother calls her Kate) And Kate runs straight toward ME…. What do you think of that? And she asks in her very nicest voice … “Mummy pleeeease can I have this hat?” So I belong to Kate now … and my next life has begun Kate loves playing dress ups And we are having so much fun
I fall slowly into a warm cottonwool vortex Nothing to fear – I’ve been here before Now softly, gently spiral toward My chosen time and place once more Floating into shadow I descend And now 1945 is the year Click clack on the railway track The Adelaide Station draws near Whistles blow, brakes squeal Hustle bustle - thumping heart I’m anxious and excited I can’t wait to disembark The steam clears and slowly The platform comes to view and there he is in his Army slouch hat Bouquet of flowers too I left England forever To start this brand-new life With my handsome Aussie soldier So proud to be his wife I run into his open arms And gaze upon his face And the whole world seems to disappear When I’m in his warm embrace. And then a light is tugging at me “Morning Joan … rise and shine” And “pop” – I’m back in the nursing home Travelled forward now in time. And as I slowly rise up From my secret “time travel” flight I know I can return again And it will be alright Because tonight is yet another night And strange as it might seem I’ll look forward to “lights out” once more …. “To sleep perchance to dream” © Wendy Dunn June 2022