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Sonofgloin Junior Member
since 2009-06-09
Posts 48Australia |
An orphan boarder of an antique age, my fading memory of Pop evades. Ninety something in sixty one, Compared to my six spent in the sun. Is yours the brunette or blond he’d suppose. his blue eyes did twinkle from their restful repose. Is it to be dancing or pictures tonight, pictures most definitely I’d shyly reply. That conversation was had a hundred times But it all came to end before I was nine. Now I sit and wonder of the joy he displayed, that antique pop with his new found babe. As he relived his life for this immature pup, his memories last chords he happily gave up. When I was your age the horse troughs abounded, cars were unheard of and the pavement was pounded. Usually you ate only one meal a day, and excepting for Christmas the hunger did stay. Every mum struggled to clothe her clan, her life all needles washing and prams. And the dad was stern and wore all life’s defeats, and if he was a bad one the kid’s he would beat. Then it was off to war the Boers displeased the crown, as we marched to the docks with nary a frown. All the killing I ever wanted to see till that day, was the chicken at Christmas laid cooked on a tray. Yet I hated these brothers Dutch émigré sons, but after two years of killing my hating was done. So I moved to Australia and worked in the bush, till another war came and my hate grew and pushed, So again I was marching down to the docks, with my brothers in arms a mischievous lot. The battle’s familiar echo of pain and despair, was coupled this time with mud and foul air. The free range fight across the Transvaal plains, was replaced with a trench full of cold and disdain. Then after the killing and fighting was done, and my ears were free of war machineries hum. I tracked back to my bush for the trees and birds, then war again called but I was aged and infirmed. A long time ago Pop I recall having said, with no idea of time in this pups head. A long time indeed my young hope and sun, But I was you yesterday and tomorrow I’m gone. [This message has been edited by Sonofgloin (06-17-2009 08:19 AM).] |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
there is so much insight in this, along with life's message of how we repeat history, through what we've seen and learned...from our parents... really, really enjoyed this.... |
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Sonofgloin Junior Member
since 2009-06-09
Posts 48Australia |
Ta muchly Lee, when I try to imagine a lifespan like Pops, words escape. He was born in 1870 and seen in 1963. What a transistional period for humanity and the world, as I said the thought of what he seen and experienced blows me away. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I am glad that I stopped in to read .. it's like looking into a window of history and hearing the story as I watch. Thank you. Alison |
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