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Marriage?
We talk of getting married,
And movin' to the bush,
Where we'd use our wedding carriage,
Out the back to keep the chooks.
And we'd make love in an old bed,
That creaked and groaned all night,
That would keep the chickens safe,
By giving any local varmints fright.
I'd be up around about dawn,
While the woman slept,
'Cos she'd be needin' lots of rest,
For the next night's singin' bed.
And I'd get myself a cuppa'.
And fold myself a smoke,
As I took a look outside,
To check the pens and strain the bloke.
As the day it grew and dealed,
The chores and hand to be played,
I'd probably take a break at times,
And look for signs of rain.
And just before midday,
Before the afternoon sally,
To my love I'd take a brew,
And she'd say she'd dreamt of marriage.
My prayers are with you... but you already knew that, so then, off to something different. This on its own was rather different. Your ability to paint pictures never ceases to amaze me. I feel like this piece should be in my school anthology of poetry... such masterpiece!
Wow!!!
Such a lovely way to describe a lifetime commitment.
You made it positive & hopeful.
Although many of the Aussie words you use, I do not fully comprehend, the intent of the piece is quite clear.
I hope for you, it one day becomes a reality.
Amy
Gentle is the night♥