Tamworth
The wind carries a magic sound
Bringing it over the mountains
Through the lowlands
It keeps beat with the beat of my heart
My soul takes me down the road
Traveling so far
The closer I get, the more it pulls me
Becoming a force I cannot resist
Hundreds of people greet me
As they dance in the street
Hypnotized by the sounds of a banjo
Played by a master more than 90 years old
Kids get their first taste of performing
Playing songs they learned from the radio
Music comes from people walking down the street
And others sitting on stools on the walk
Everyone has tunes playing in their head
The little town is Heaven for music
Letting people feel a way they haven’t felt before
The town of Tamworth
Hidden in the New South Wales backland
A place where music fills the air
It is a blessing to a different land
It is a blessing
Categories:
tamworth, music,
Form: Free verse
When I stop to refill my tank,
I found, I lost my wallet,
I checked my pockets
There was only £1.40p.
After four hours journey,
I also was feeling hunger,
I reached on my destination.
I was terribly confused,
And remembered them
When I was walking along
The railway station,
A person came to me,
And requested, I need £1
I have shortage of my fare,
I want to go to Tamworth.
My friend said to me,
‘Don’t lend him a single penny’
Beggars always harassed travellers.
What was about me?
I have had no alternative
To beg someone.
Categories:
tamworth, caregiving, confusion, devotion, education,
Form: Name