2008 And The Great Escape
Letting the dust settle
First of December, two thousand and eight,
Summer is now, the opportunist awaits.
Leaving only the stones and a trail of red dust,
I hear the ambitious call of summers lust.
The red dirt sky alive with pinks, aqua, and yellow.
Memories of spring buried in the dust with yesterday’s fellow.
Not running away, merely driving from fast,
Today’s captured memory will forever last.
As the kangaroos rise and the kookaburras sing,
As my golden hair sails through the wind; I cling.
Adventure awaits and into the wilderness; I soar.
Leaving the smallest town in Queensland, population now four.
With the fire in my heart and head in the zone,
It’s the first day of summer, Location; unknown.
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Louise Spathonis
I feel as if I am creating magic when my thoughts touch paper. So here I am.
Vibrant. Orange. Usually deep in thought.
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I really enjoyed this. It reminded me of summer 2022 when my husband and I travelled across Australia in a van.