Walkin In Adelaide
Saw the ghost of Bradman
Strolling out onto the Oval
On a Summer’s afternoon
And I heard the sound of leather on Willow
As he followed on through
On a wet Saturday afternoon
Saw the ghosts of Fos Williams and Jack Oatey
At the Alberton Oval in the rain
As the ball was kicked on through
And the crowd gave its usual refrain
Walkin’ in Adelaide
With my feet ten feet off Rundle Mall
Walkin’ in Adelaide
Do you know how it feels?
Put on my RMs and drove my Holden down
Crossed over the Torrens River
Roy Rene I see handy
On Hindley Street in the footpath
And he was always ready for a laugh
And saw the ghost of Sir Tom Playford
At the Adelaide Railway Station
From the morning train
He walked up to the door of the House
And he walked on through
Walkin’ in Adelaide
With my feet ten feet off Rundle
Walkin’ in Adelaide
Do you know how it feels?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2021
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