Week 48 – the foil of memories

Week 48 – Saturday 27 April to Friday 3 May 2013

This week, a poem from Willy Dolphin Tom Cannon – not about swimming but about life and loss and the like.


Sodden ground beneath my feet the sweet smell of wet grass baked by intermittent sunlight

Huge curtains of fat black clouds moving across the sky the hills painted shiny green with eucalypts

The green running to waters edge which like a child’s mood changes frequently

My innocent self painted childhood experiences in this place of beauty the seabirds watching

Family friends spending time as often the clouds would send the rain to freshen the landscape fatten the lake

In the background the radio broadcast of a suburban game as we waited for the weather

To chase a bloated footy slippery sodden like the ground as we danced the Easter dance

Anticipating shiny bundles of sweetness amongst the warm murmurings of family and place

The foil of memories ripped but shiny warm tastes of yesteryear hinting at the world adults forget

Let us all smell wet earth and praise the moment, for some sorrow too great to overcome

In seconds of madness that take our innocent wrap their memory in the glitter of sweet moments


Tom Cannon 20 March 2013





Scoreboard: 336 swims down, 29 to go.

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