Artist

artist 

Carve me out a new life
with your tools of observation
you can see it in my eyes
I’m craving motivation

Pencil in the smile
I lost along the way
let your artist’s fingers
sketch the girl who got away

Keep me in the picture
adore me with your eyes
let me see your love for me..
peek out through cloudy skies

Sketch me out a blanket
of fragrant daffodils
shadow us a corner
in water coloured hills

Create the perfect setting
with hands that I adore
sprinkle us in sunlight
So I’ll love life once more

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Shallow Bay

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When I was a kid it was prison
living so damn far away
A day into town was a mission
I hated my life in the Bay!

I whined about silence and dirt roads
the forest – a big looming space
A shed in the bush was our homestead
until this big house took its place

I couldn’t move out any faster
-once I’d completed year ten
I found myself back down in Sydney
-the land of the living..again

Returning to visit was different
– often I’d bring a new friend
The bay has her own special magic
and so they would come back again…

Now
Life in The bay is a blessing
a wonderful peaceful escape
Our home is surrounded by forest..
and dirt roads that wind round the lake

Our kids find it dull and depressing..
those long silent days in The bay
we smile and act sympathetic

We know that they’ll love it one day…

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Adam

Adam

Adam peaked in high school
-like so many do

He said¬†‘Ya know it was good back then
I miss those days with you’

‘Now nobody wants to hear
about my boring job
yeh, I used to be the man of her dreams..
now I’m just a blob’

‘The best of days, for us
have really come and gone

You reach your peak in high school
then sadly, life goes on…’

Oh Adam! don’t get dismal
you sound just like that song
don’t be a one hit wonder
the best is yet to come!

That mountain top
had awesome views
but nowhere left to climb
so you were forced to come on down
and leave the past behind

You’ll find another hilltop
I know you’ll fly again
you may just find the boy you lost
inside this sad old man

Adam bought a ticket
and packed his hiking boots
he’s off to find his former self
in his Scottish roots

‘Call me from the Highlands’
I say with tongue in cheek
I hope he makes it to the top
of every mountain peak

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