Dinninup

I wander down the empty street where shop doors now are closed The empty windows once were stacked with products all in rows The general store's a hollow shell the roof is rusting tin but once the children stood outside and dreamed of treats within Weeds now grow where people sat along the splintered seat this empty place once thronged with life when friends would come to meet Who were the souls that gathered here to chat and socialise? What would I see around this place if I saw with their eyes? The children gathered after school to play and window shop The farmer's wives come in to town The friendly local cop On Saturday the local gents just lounging in the shade Their wives inside will guarantee the grocer does good trade A different time a different world and all of it now gone There's just an empty general store for me to dwell upon From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"