07/12/2024
Has been a little while since I have put anything on the page, so I decided to write a small poem.
There is a old homestead, that stands quite and still
Just over the wheat rise and down the hill, Abandoned and dusty, and a roof caving in
But still the slight tell tail signs of where humans have been.
Some walls still standing, but in need of repair, from the mould and mildew brought in from the cold winter air
In summer flys and insects take refuge from the mallee searing heat, and small lizards run across your feet.
It Christmas time, and while houses are being decorated, and family’s are full of festive cheer, this poor old homestead no one goes near
I’m sure if you stood with eyes tightly closed, quiet and still, at the place where no one goes, you may hear, the laughter of Christmas cheer from passing years.
Santa won’t stop here again this year, he hasn’t stopped for many years.
But with a community all around the lake, let’s help this old homestead for history’s sake
Let’s hope that next year we might, give this place some new Christmas cheer.
Hope you enjoy this, and merry Christmas to all❤️
