Orroroo Sunset

I reworked a poem I wrote on Tim Frolling's Facebook page after he posted a photo of a sunset, please leave a comment as
I would be very interested to know what you think.

You posted the picture of a sunset

And it took me straight back home

Clouds red and hanging lazy over Morchard’s rolling Hills

To a place where time was always friendly

And innocence made us free

When life had more questions

To who or what we wanted to be

When we didn’t care about our answers

For in that blood red sunset

We had faith its mystery would unfold

Running close to new days of our future

Were not of big concern to me

Then depending on the season

For less than just one hour

Our backs on warm and fresh cut lawn

Gazing skyward in the purple of the twilight

We would wait for twinkling stars

Sneaking skyward over Black Rock Peak

Fat and golden our full moon would spread its glow

Laying still scanning that wide familiar cosmos

For the joy that jolted through you

When you witnessed Sputnik make its rounds

Back when yellow of the street lights struggled

To feebly penetrate the dark

Our eyes adjusted, and ears sharpened to the silence

As the Milky way lit up our night

In all those wonderous minutes of our innocence

We couldn’t feel it slowly slipping by

Times hands have washed the muscles from my frame

Even though the wrinkles on my face

Declare the time I’ve won

Inside I feel just as I did in nineteen sixty-one

So, Tim, thank you for the photo

And taking me back home

For showing me the shadows of those wonderous hills

Where as a boy with bicycle and rabbit traps

Around them I would roam

With cousins Doug and Geoff and John,

Our mates Placey, Paul and, Spider too

Oh, as lads we had a time, I tell you

A time when freedom knew us well

As in that short bright flash of youth

We lived as kings, in good old Orroroo

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