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LindsayP
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0 posted 2009-03-11 11:19 PM





                THE TEENAGER

She was in her teenage years and yearning
To quit the school of learning,
She was bored with the pattern of her life,
In fact her parent’s ceaseless patter,
Didn’t really seem to matter
When they warned her of the dangers of getting into strife.

She could see the neon signs a gleaming
Each night as she lay dreaming,
She had a yen for city life was plain to tell,
But girls from up the country
Seemed to lack the same affrontry
As their city cousins, who in the fast lane like to dwell.

She knew naught of bums and junkies,
Of the pushers and their flunkies,
She was country bred and inclined to be naive,
But a break from her upbringing
Would be like a knew song she’d be singing,
And in all good faith she took her parent’s leave.

She arrived down in the city
With it’s teeming crowds and streets all gritty,
All filled with smog and motor fumes,
With her girlfriend she went looking
For a place to make a booking
In a decent place to board, or rent some rooms.

She soon found it hard to find
A decent place of any kind,
Then in StKilda she found a place to sleep,
She was soon urged to take to drugs
By the pushers and their thugs,
But the roots of her raising ran deep.

It wasn’t long a job she landed,
At least she felt she wasn’t stranded
In this great metropolis with it’s teeming throng,
But the excitement in the beginning
Very soon she felt was thinning,
But the strength of her upbringing kept her strong.

Now as the months they slipped away,
She thought to herself one winter’s day
How dreary this great city seemed to be,
With this everlasting sleety rain
Running endless down the window pane,
T’was something in the past she’d failed to see.

Then came the day it finally hit her,
(Though pride wouldn’t let her be a quitter)
That city life was not as exciting as she thought,
And the city life that she once thought thrilling
Did not now seem so fulfilling,
And the urge to go back home was what she fought.

Then came the day within her heart,
Where lonely feelings shoot their dart,
She decided a visit home was where she’d go,
Then from that first forbidden thought
A one way ticket she had bought,
For from tiny acorns giant oaktrees grow.

As she climbed aboard that homebound train,
She banished thoughts of smog and rain
And all the pressures that city life demand,
She thought, how could she have been so blind
To think that city life of any kind,
Could compare with her life upon the land.

It was with great excitement now
That to herself she made a vow,
As she stepped down from that dusty homebound train,
On this warm and glorious sunny day,
Never again would she ever stray,
As she headed home down that quiet country lane.

Lindsay



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SEA
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1 posted 2009-03-12 12:01 PM


oh you make me miss home even more...


Earth Angel
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2 posted 2009-03-12 12:53 PM


Oh, if only more teenage 'leaving home' stories ended on such a happy note.

~ "but the roots of her raising ran deep."

Love to you, Aussie Man the Wise Raconteur!

Linda

LindsayP
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3 posted 2009-03-12 08:12 PM



Dear Sea it sounds like it tugged at a few heartstrings in turning back the clock.
Thanks for dropping in dear lady.


Yes Linda my dear it is a shame that all teenage stories don't finish up like that
but you can't put an old head on young shoulders. they have to learn for themselves. Thanks my friend.

Love to you both.

Lindsay

Rick
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4 posted 2009-03-12 08:16 PM


Hi Lindsay, really enjoyed your story here my friend, sometimes the expectations do not pan out and there is no place like the country and home. Well done here Lindsay, have a great day and take care.

Rick

Robert E. Jordan
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5 posted 2009-03-12 08:39 PM


Yo LindsayP,

It all depends on the person.  My girls were raised in the country, with horses and everything.

They also love living in the city now--one in San Francisco, and the other in Yokohama, Japan.

Bobby

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6 posted 2009-03-13 06:38 PM


Your teenager story touches many a significant theme, dear Lindsay. Very nicely told.

I too went to a big metropolis when I was young (not a teenager though) and ... found love, so now I am stuck! But those early experiences are precious, it helps to become independent and that's so important!

Love,
Margherita


LindsayP
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7 posted 2009-03-13 09:03 PM



Rick, thanks mate, you have a teenage daughter so you would know all about the trials and troubles of raising a teenager.
They nearly all go through that stage when they are afflicted with that appalling teenage disease called 'oppositeitis' where
whatever you say, they say or do the opposite. Thank God most of them soon grow out of it. Take care & have a great day.

Bobby my friend, you would also know all about raising teenagers but so long as they keep in touch with their dear old Dad you are blessed. There is nothing on this earth
that compares with having children of your own. Thanks for popping in.

Margherita my dear, if you found love when you went to the city, I'm not surprised, for a lady of your generous and kindly disposition would be a prize to anyone. I take it that you were raised in the country so you would naturally know the benefit of a country upbringing. Thank you my dear. love.

Lindsay



Bill Charles
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8 posted 2009-03-13 09:36 PM


LindsayP - a very nicely written poem with a nice ending. However, I've found in my travels it never seems to be the same when one goes back, never could figure out why...

BC

LindsayP
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9 posted 2009-03-14 08:28 PM



Thanks Bill, I think a lot of the young ones when they get a taste of city life
with all its attractions, has a great drawing power but usually at some stage
they like to come back, even if it's only for a little while. Take care my friend.

Lindsay

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10 posted 2009-03-14 10:41 PM


So many never get the chance to go back home... I'm glad this one did! *S* Well told tale, my friend... I enjoyed it very much!!
LindsayP
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11 posted 2009-03-15 08:40 PM



Thank you dear friend, when it's all said

and done, there is no place like home. love

Lindsay

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