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.
