Memories

MEMORIES She stands on the verandah, looking out across the plains, A whirlwind of dust rises, no sign of any rains. Her boys are all out droving, she is home here on her own. Her thoughts begin to wander, to when this house was first her home. She was young and so in love, with her cattle droving man. They made a life together, in this Godforsaken land. They raised their boys, all four of them. to be hard working men. When drought set in and times were hard, they battled through again. It's been ten years without him, but her pain is yesterday. She grieves alone and silently still talks to him each day, She treasures all her photographs, of her babies and her man. she has bunnyrugs and memories, of their lives and all their plans. She peers out through the heat haze, her boys are riding in. All hot,bone tired and dusty, her face spreads to a grin. She is so proud and thankful, of the life she has been given, Her home,her boys,her memories, her love,and country living. Shirley 2009