A 5 am awakening suggests either a complex
schedule or confused press of fey ceremony -
well it’s neither and that’s a blessing, plus this
is Saturday; not that there’ll be any rest, we’re
hosting a BBQ on the Creek come Sunday so
today’s when th’ nitty gritty gets attended, like
cleaning the cooker and getting beer - meat’s
defrosting in the fridge where it’s looking OK
This’ll be a bit different from th’ usual bash, its
planned amid trees where midges ’n mozzies
rule seriously, there where its rash t’ try doing
without anti-bug spray - a mortien defence so
to speak, but th’ real Creek’s clout of open air
and tinkling water always wins hands down
And its where the grandest legends began; a
dream-like ambience of fondest memories; it
spans two generations with a third beginning
today, there’ll be oohs and ah’s disguised as
faraway looks reminiscing in eyes those tiny
feet will scamper & splash into a new reality
© 21 March 2015
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