and we would get up early
so early that the stars
would still sit high
in the dark night sky
we would drink milo
out of plastic cups
and eat oval arrowroot biscuits
spread thickly with butter
we would line up to go to the loo
one last time before piling into
the old car, sliding across bench seats
half our world packed into the boot
then we were off, on the old country roads
still sleepy for the first couple of towns
stopping at Jacaranda for a cup of tea
lukewarm, milky and sweet from the thermos
half a cheese sandwich each, and a fearful trip
to the draughty long drop toilet...looking for redbacks
the whole time, but only finding spinning daddy long legs
after that back into the car, for two hours of
winding our way down, the big hill,
listening for the clearnote call of the bellbird,
watching for wallabies and wombats on the road fringe
and the bigger kangaroos, bouncing away
across the clearings...
at the bottom of the hill, Grafton a quick stop
to stretch our legs eat the cupcake,
used to bribe us into decent behavior up to that point
and another vist to the conveniences.
before the run down the coast,
past the big white resort
and into Brooms Head,
for a week of surf and sun
fish and chips, buckets of prawns,
frosty fruits and sunny boys
in tent and caravan,
swimmers and towels,
we were tribal and free,
roaming the tideline
staying up at the campfire,
sleeping and waking
with the birds......
always such an adventure....
those idyllic days of summer
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
and we would get up early
so early that the stars
would still sit high
in the dark night sky
we would drink milo
out of plastic cups
and eat oval arrowroot biscuits
spread thickly with butter
we would line up to go to the loo
one last time before piling into
the old car, sliding across bench seats
half our world packed into the boot
then we were off, on the old country roads
still sleepy for the first couple of towns
stopping at Jacaranda for a cup of tea
lukewarm, milky and sweet from the thermos
half a cheese sandwich each, and a fearful trip
to the draughty long drop toilet...looking for redbacks
the whole time, but only finding spinning daddy long legs
after that back into the car, for two hours of
winding our way down, the big hill,
listening for the clearnote call of the bellbird,
watching for wallabies and wombats on the road fringe
and the bigger kangaroos, bouncing away
across the clearings...
at the bottom of the hill, Grafton a quick stop
to stretch our legs eat the cupcake,
used to bribe us into decent behavior up to that point
and another vist to the conveniences.
before the run down the coast,
past the big white resort
and into Brooms Head,
for a week of surf and sun
fish and chips, buckets of prawns,
frosty fruits and sunny boys
in tent and caravan,
swimmers and towels,
we were tribal and free,
roaming the tideline
staying up at the campfire,
sleeping and waking
with the birds......
always such an adventure....
those idyllic days of summer
Milo....chocolate milk
Loo... toilet
Longdrop....hole dug deep into ground with bench seat with hole used as toilet, favoured for a while as regional (out of the way)public toolets becuase of low matainence
Frosty fruits/sunny boys ice based lollies
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