While driving on that tedious long road,
he feels forlorn. The road goes on and on.
He hates this job. All hope seems to erode.
The old life he enjoyed is all but gone.
He feels forlorn; the road goes on and on.
At times he meets with traffic jams, a mess!
The old life he enjoyed is all but gone.
He faces thanklessness, fatigue and stress.
At times he meets with traffic jams, a mess!
His life is harder than it’s ever been.
He faces thanklessness, fatigue and stress.
The job he lost he dreams to have again.
His life is harder than it’s ever been.
He hates his job; all hope seems to erode.
The job he lost he dreams to have again
while driving on that tedious long road.
For Paula Swanson's Pantoum Contest
Peering out from behind his shoulder
I watched the world unfold before us
He managed our life with ease and veracity
I was loved and protected; my value immeasurable
Peering out from behind his shoulder
I saw only the best of what life had to offer
I was not disappointed, jaded or mistreated.
He always told me when to turn my head.
Peering out from behind his shoulder
Gave me only a limited look at him
I could feel his strength and hear his voice
Never really seeing the toll it had taken on him.
Standing on tip toes, neck stretched upward
To peer at my life from behind his shoulder
Was comfortable and easy
I always had someone to lean on
Strong arms to cling to
And I always knew I was loved
Peering out from behind Justin's shoulder
WHEN YOUR GONE
I NEVER THOUGHT I NEEDED YOU MORE
WHEN YOUR GONE
I HAVE TOCRY MY SELF TO SLEEP
WHEN YOUR GONE
THE VOICE I MISS HEARING IN THE MORNING SAYING GOOD MORNING BABY
WHEN YOUR GONE
I FEEL SO LOST
WHEN YOUR GONE
I HAVE TO PUT YOUR THINGS IN A BOX
WHEN YOUR GONE
HALF MY LIFE IS GONE
WHEN YOUR GONE
THE WORDS I SAY IS SO DIFFERENT
WHEN YOUR GONE
MY LIFE IS OUT OF ORDER
WHEN YOUR GONE
I DONT HAVE YOU TO HOLD ME
WHEN YOUR GONE
I COUNT THE DAYS YOUR GONE
WHEN YOUR GONE
I AM ALWAYS WATCHING FOR YOU
WHEN YOUR GONE
I HOPE IT IS YOU ON THE PHONE
WHEN YOUR GONE
I DREAM THAT WE WILL BE TOGETHER FOREVER
WHEN YOU GONE
I JUST DONT CARE ABOUT NOTHING ELES
I married him one fine day
Secure in the knowledge
Of how happy his life
I will make
Everything looked bright and warm
Everyone was helpful
Time passed on
Living in the warm cocoon of his arms
I failed to realize that
It is he who is making my life happy
Absorbing all my worries
As a sponge
And never burdening me with his
Fulfilling all my hopes and desires
Always assuring that I am happy
My tears would tear his heart apart
My laughs would make him come to life
He solved all my problems
Making me believe that
I had solved them
He was always there
To encourage me
To listen to my days work
He never ever complained
He sacrificed his time
With his family and friends
To be by my side
He gave all his life to me
And I kept on taking
Secure in the knowledge
Of how happy his life I am making.
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
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