Aging like a fine wine (if I liked wine)
Narcissistically loving, proudly broken
Daughter of the Pryors, Moe and Vickie, soulmates
Lover of calm breezes on my face
As I run the first of 10 miles on a Sunday morning made for me
Who feels invincible in that moment
And defeated, small, and petty the next
Who fears for her children making their place in a brutal world
Who would like to see America from a motorhome,
or Spain on foot
Resident of the heart,
living in the soulfulness of early ink-black mornings
Stampeding and triumphant

Rupert McColl can do it all
If the object is to sell beer
But if you want it told like it is
Then I guess that's why I'm here


Cause I can remember the old Vickie Bridge
The Fishboard and The Palace
It was the Manhattan I think, where I had my first drink
And for that I'll bear them no malice


On a hot summers day, when we wanted to play
We'd all head to Davies Park Pool
If u hadn't the fare or just for a dare
The river was clean and cool


We played Cricket in the street, in our ***** bare feet
That's if we had a ball
And when the cars come past, they'd give us a blast
But we didn't say much at all


On the way home from school we'd all play the fool
That was always a habit
And if u could see some good fruit on a tree
You'd shinny right up there and grab it


Yes Brisbane back then was a wonderful place
But naïve like a novice, just learning
And I suppose I should see its just my reverie
And the days of my youth that I'm yearning


REDMAN