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I suspect a different perspective of September would exist Between Northern and Southern hemispheres Like Aussies being down under when we really are on top We've just come out of winter We're all agog at the prospect of looming summer days We are fully uplifted spring is in the step While down north they're in a fall It's nineteen sixty four my sixteenth birthday has just passed Heady days of Beatles and other Mersey beat We switch the wireless dial To listen to the latest songs Birds are on the move, mating Magpies gather dry sticks to build an untidy nest Chirpy willy wagtails gather spider webs To build the neatest nest I've seen I'm living on a farm in a remote country area There's a dance in a tiny country town It's the September spring school holidays I put on my black mohair jumper knitted by Grandma I listen to Roy Orbison sing Pretty Woman whilst I dress The excitement begins to build It's an hour of travel to reach the dance One of my friends father is the chauffeur We arrive at the hall, A lady plays old time dances on the piano A young teenage girl is seated along a wall She lives on a family farm a few miles up the road from our farm I haven't seen her for several years as she attends a boarding school She only comes home on school holidays Later I discover she is a year younger than me So we all have a dance, she now sits beside me We have several more dances and still she sits beside me There is only one small cafe in town We agree to go for a walk and have a milk shake I think we held hands on return from the cafe We stop. In hindsight I think she has had some romantic experience I am green. We share a long passionate kiss Next day day I awaken smitten by this young woman I recall just lying on the grass Mooning for hours. Totally Love struck!!!!! She returns to boarding school. I return to school For all of that final term I lusted for the summer school holidays She returns. She has a new boyfriend A flashback to some years previous to our meeting at the dance I was eight she was seven Local farmers and their wives would gather on Sundays at the local tennis court Games were informal whilst children played on swings and slides I was behind the young woman on the slide She fell and broke both her arms Her mother believed I had pushed her On the night at the dance my right arm was in plaster A broken thumb from a fight with my brother So I lick my wounds. Summer holidays are in full swing There's a New Years Eve dance in our little local hall A new girl is staying with her friend on a farm We meet. We share an unhealthy common interest We have to hide together to share a forbidden smoke Every day I ride my bike ten kilometres to spend time with her I leave well before sunset I ride home without a light in bright moonlight She is gone a week later We begin writing letters to each other I now spend many hours driving a tractor A plough is attached to till the land I am remunerated by my father The grand sum of one pound a day Australian currency My friend brother and I travel standing on the open tray Of my father's old Cheverolet tray truck We try and harmonise the Beatles song She"s a Woman The latch on the drivers door is broken My father has attached a rope to the tray He pokes the rope through the window of the door He then sits on the rope to keep the door shut Cousins arrive, We play cricket in the paddock We swim in the creek We catch horses and ride in the bush We bait a hook and catch a trout There's a sports day on a rough arena near our home All the locals gather to compete There's sprints, high and long jumps and wood chopping for the men There's sack races, three legged races, and egg and spoon race as well To end the day a mighty tug o' war Whilst all these events were happening Farmers wives gather in a booth They make sandwiches and boil big kettles On an open fire to make tea From September on we always looked forward To six weeks of summer fun All these holidays were great Nineteen sixty four outshone them all

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