SOLITUDE

As a young boy,
I would rise early
and sit with our dog,
watching the sun rise
over the vast desert plain
that surrounded our tiny bush town.

I remember
the jangling hobbles of camels
returning from a night in the desert.

I remember
how I treasured
the solitude.

For some years in my prime
I worked in the bush,
traveling alone on miles of tracks.

I remember
the fine edge of risk,
and the knowledge
that things could go wrong.

I remember
how I treasured
the solitude.

As an old man
I sometimes stand
near our country home
and watch the sun set.

And I treasure
the solitude.

 

BLACKBIRD

 

From dawn to dusk

you sit in our tree 

filling the air

with sweet melody.

 

Why this tree, this house,

this street, this town?

Blessed with such song,

dare I be cast down?

 

 

I'm not at all good writing rhyming poetry but keep trying every now and then.

We have a blackbird that sings all day long in a tree near our house at Laura.