I belong to a writing group called South Side Quills. I wrote this for our latest assignment.......
Where I’m From
I’m from Jackson
and Clayden
From Bilbarin,
Corrigin, Kulyaling and Moorumbine
The big kitchen
table
And the long back
yard at my grandmothers
The outhouse under
the weeping trees in the dark
Singing with my
sister on the wooden bench under the kitchen window
The gravel
footpath.
Gum trees and wheat
fields
The cellar under
the yard filled with jars of fruit
And the loving
embrace of my Aunt.
I’m from Rivervale, Tranby
and Belmont
And the inviting smell of a
new reading book
The pathway through the
bush garden
And a boy named Tony whose
father was hanged.
I am from a teacher who
frightened me from my sums
Skipping in the playground
until the Tranby ship’s bell rang.
And wanting to go to
dancing lessons with my Russian friend Anna
With the long name that
no-one could spell.
I am from the diesel on my
father
And the prickles on his
chin
Climbing up to sit beside
him in the big tanker truck.
The feel of crushing grapes
between my fingers
And the big pot of grape
jam on the wood stove.
I’m from the knitting on my
mother’s knee
And the treadle sewing machine
on the back veranda.
Her singing that filled the
house
The pictures that she drew
And listening to her recite
Banjo Patterson.
I am from books borrowed
from the travelling library van
And sitting on the floor in
the cool of the passage way reading on a hot summer’s day.
Running under the sprinkler
And the delicious
strawberry nectar of a push up icecream.
The cubbie under the wattle
tree
And flying up into the air
on the swing on the back shed.
I am from the sound of the
milk-cart horse in the early morning
The roar of the cockeyed
bob that lifted our roof
Pulling down a Guide tent
in the rain while the earthquake cracked!
The front row seat at
Oliver Twist and the smiles of the actors just for me.
I am from burnt toast and
sloppy cabbage
Lemon meringue pie and
Sunday roast
Afternoon tea in a floral
tea-set
And buying icecream buckets
with my father at the drive-in.
I am from the feel of the
hymn book in my gloved hands
As I gaze up at the stained
glass of the Wesleyan church
dreaming of my wedding day.
I am from teenage love
And two boys
The eldest unfairly forced
to grow up at the age of two
because of a world turned
upside down by Down Syndrome
Feeling different because
of the label on my forehead that everyone can see.
I am from a life changing
accident
Two precious perfect
grandsons
The passion of a dragon
boat
and selfish stolen moments.
I am from the camera in my
hand
And the images and words in
my head.
Bush walks and wildflowers
and travelling through my country.
And learning too late who I
want to be.
I am
By Jill Harrison
September 2011
some more Western Australian wild flowers from our recent trip..........
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Have a wonderful week. Perhaps you would like to write your own "Where I'm From"
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A blog I have created from our travels over a number of years around our amazing state of Western Australia.