Rumination

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Which deeds would I change if I lived my life over?
Yes, a few – not a lot, I say thinking it over
For mistakes that I’ve made have caused changes in me
Which have made me today who I happen to be
Some things on the farm should have never been true
And some dire results haunt me all my life through
Yet the peace of the bush where we lived way back then
Taught me love for the country like those men of the pen
The dust, rock and gum trees, the freedom I feel
With the wind in my face have a quiet appeal
Hearing only the calls of a bird on the wing
When I’m there on my own I can hear my heart sing
Yes things happened to us that cause strong men to kneel
Yet my love of the bush I’m sure helped me to heal
Not just when the pain was too much to go through
And an innocent child found ‘numb’ easy to do
My mem’ries are scanty of the bad things back then
But bush wonders discovered I can relive again
Any time my heart aches I can be in that place
Under blue sky and red gum, gentle breeze on my face.

© Zoe Younger April 2008

What Mighta Been

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What Mighta been

Yes, I shoulda, and I woulda if I coulda
But I didn’t. It’s forever more fool me
Don’tcha wonder some? What mighta maybe hap’nd
If we’da chose our pathways diff’rently

Yes, I mighta ended up a diff’rent person|
I’m a New York Times Bestseller mighta been
With an Oscar, or a medal at tha ’lympics
So much more I mighta done, I mighta seen

I mighta gone to uni, been a teacha
Or a astra-naught who travels time and space
Would ya miss me if I wasn’t standing ’ere now
Guess ya’d have anuva body in ma place!

I mighta travelled all around them forren countries
Mighta sailed alone across the seven seas
Mighta packed it in and been a long haired hippie
Or a greenie chainin’ arms and legs to trees

If I’da chance to learn ta play the fiddle
Insteada learnin’ like I did to play the fool
You might be listenin’ now instead to lovely music
If I ‘da a bow insteada pen for tool

Can you see me with a dozen hungry chil’ren?
No? ’ow bouta hundred hungry hairy goats?
Or a zoo that’s full o’ scary lookin’ critters?
In a castle wearin’ fancy clo’es and coats?

Or I mighta married one of them there fellas
With money comin’ out ’is hairy ears
I coulda helped the basket spend his dollars
On a truck with fifty wheels ‘n a ’undred gears

I might not’a lost me teef or broke ma snoz hey
If I’da went ta school with scary nuns
But even then I think I wouldn’ learn much
Caus’ scary nuns, they gives to me tha runs

But the choices I ’as made has led me ’ere
On a different path we mighta never met
And we never woulda known what we was missin’
Guess its good ’cause that’s just one I don’t regret

Zoe Younger © June 2011

(Tongue firmly in cheek!)

So much for friendship!

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So much for friendship… 

I took a new friend home last year, to introduce her there
I knew she needed company, a feed, some warmth and care
When she felt scared, alone, afraid, I stayed up half the night
To comfort her, to be with her, said all would work out right

Six months along, she’s still around, she’s not inclined to roam
She eats my food, she drinks my drink and makes herself at home
She drops her hair – it’s everywhere – she never picks things up
Just leaves them, then I stand on them, my heart goes giddy-up

She’s s’posed to be my confidant; she’s s’posed to be my friend,
I thought she’d listen, care, be there – until the very end
I hoped she’d understand me, care that I get lonely too
But since she came I’m lonelier and now I’m feeling blue

She fell in love, the witch, and ‘cause she’s found a boyfriend now
She dropped me like a red hot brick, she dumped me, rotten cow
The way she’s started treating me, it really gives me pause
So much for friendship now I’ve seen that she has teeth and claws

She stole my husband in the night, he left me without warning
I found her dark brown hairs upon his pillow in the morning
Her small exotic figure lured him in, makes me feel fat
And all because she such a lovely brown Burmese cross cat

Zoe Younger © 2008

 

Bebe

Thanks Bebe. By the way, nothing has changed In all these years!

Winter Homeless

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Homeless dogs in winter time heating on sanitaryware well

The way was dark and stormy, the street lights burning thin
‘twas not a night to be about, ‘twas time to be within
A cloud of mist hung heavy, the roadway none to clear
The rows of grave-like houses monotonous and drear
I wandered up and down and round but nowhere did I find
The cheery warmth I nightly sought to leave the chill behind
All my friends had said their prayers and nodded off to sleep
Content and warm and satisfied, their loved ones in their keep
I stumbled to the river deep that flows relentless on
And pondered on the ripple that like me would soon be gone
For what is life to those who peer through windows in the night
To watch the happy faces chatting by the fires light
Forever just a shadow unnoticed by the crowd
Whose soundless chatter echoes in the silent misty shroud.

©1997 Zoe Younger

It’s a cold winter night tonight and I’m thinking of those who are out there in the cold, homeless.

I Remember You

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In the smell of a campfire at daybreak
In the newness of each day at dawn
Wakefulness brings back your memory
And I search for you, sad and forlorn

When breeze ruffles leaves in our gum tree
When moonlight sends shivers up my spine
How I long for that smile on your sweet face
In your eyes as they seek and meet mine

So reckless and careless of time’s mist
So thoughtless, so foolish were we
We cared not our time could be shortened
Not near long enough would it be

To say all the things that we might have
To see all our dreams, reach our goal
You’re gone and the cup that we drank from
Is as empty as Oliver’s bowl

The love that we had for each other
Endures although we had to part
We’re still one in our souls and our spirits
You live on in my memory, my heart.

© Zoe Younger 24 June 2011