Down by the water 3/10/06
(For my mom)Sometimes at evening
When the lamplights are gleaming
I think of my own younger days
With my dad in the navy
And me just a baby
And I know how he loved me back then
Teddy-bears and ice-creams
Toy fire engines
And all the things you wish
Could come back again
Sometimes at evening
My thoughts they go stealing
Back through old memories’ door
To the street I was born in
Saturday morning
And my uncle Stan back from the war
Walks down to the river
To throw stones in the water
Just to watch the ripples go round
I would ask mommy why
And she’d always reply
With a gentle squeeze of my hand
“They’re just baby waves
Going round and around,
Getting bigger as they grow”
And I’d ask her again
And in her way she’d explain,
It was the way that all things come and go
And I miss her, and wish I
Could reach for that hand
And she’d explain all the things
I still don’t understand
And now,
Sometimes at evening
I have thoughts about leaving
For reasons I can’t quite explain
But somewhere up high
In the star-tattooed sky
There’s a voice that keeps calling my name
-oOo-
Storm clouds are gathering
Out on the horizon
And it looks like we’re in for some rain
Old westerly’s blowing
And they say it’s been snowing
Out on the Drakensberg range
Rumours of winter,
Remnants of spring
Reminders of days all gone by
Old derelict buildings
Where pigeons are clinging
Lonesome hoboes of the sky
Copyright Scotty 2006
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