Pair of boots, Dryza-bone and an old slouch hat

on a rainy Spring morning that’s where it’s at.

Walking at Dawn with the rain’s all around,

cosy and dry with the rainfalls sweet sound.

Brings back younger days when I’d be ahorse

riding through bush with no definite course.

Those days are gone and now it’s my feet

that land on the the earth with a leisurely beat

still my heart drifts back to my younger days

when ahorse in the bush I’d discover new ways.

New paths to new valleys and hilltops so high

at times I felt I was away up in the sky.

But it’s nice, I must say to get back home again

to sit, drink tea and remember away back when.

To the love and the warmth that’s where I belong;

that’s the place where my heart sings its sweet song.

That home with the garden, the family and dogs

and away down out the back some interesting logs

wait delving from chisels and lathe to see what they’ll be;

and if with my limited ‘skills’ I can then set them free.

My life still has its joys, though these different days;

I’m still living my life in some ‘interesting’ ways.