A Simple Life

Day dream of the time to come
When we spend our days in the golden Sun

Such were the ways 
Of our school holidays
When the family drove down
To a hidden place we had found 
With a quaint little shack
And a ‘loo’ out the back

It was far out of sight of prying eyes
And within an arm’s reach
Of our own private beach
Those were the days
To cherish always
For as part of the view
A little creek filtered through
Right to the base of a curious old wall
Dividing the shore
While behind, looming tall
Dominating it all
Were those cliff fronted hills
And so, if looking for thrills
And you reached the very top
Then you could say
You were king for the day

At the foot of the scree
Grew the stands of milkweed
Where the butterflys breed
Overlooking the shiny sands
We would sift through our hands
While looking for shells
Or what, who could tell?
Then searching for jewels
Through glistening rock pools
Where so much would hide
On the ebb of low tide

And at the end of the day
When we’d all gather round
With the Sun going down
But what were the names
Of those old parlour games?

Rodd Sherwin
To a composition by
Jacob Ladegaard
JACOB'S PIANO