Concrete № 5051
Tate Street 1956
Its just a simple street
Cicadas drum their hindsticks
The air, a furnace of eucylpytus perfumed heat
Afternoon , summer ,Nineteen Fifty Six
In the yard big men sit
Beer,my dad, his mates
Between their legs enormous plates
A harvest of fresh........oysters
Remembers, only nine years
Since their defining time
With life so morning real
War days end in tears
A mate was there this morning
A friend with evening gone
In a month his wife is mourning
Since that day his loss they'v born
6 comments
Log in to add a comment.