SING TO ME, MOTHER...

SING TO ME, MOTHER...

Sing to me, Mother, just one more time

Sing to me of the gentle breezes

That dance among the eucalypts

Sing to me of shivery grasses - waving in the sun

I long for the smell of the bush

And clear blue skies over hot, golden sands..

How I miss the trill of magpies

The laugh of the kookaburras

Even the dust storms, blowing in from the west.

Sing to me, Mother, of the gentle rains

The smell of new mown grass.

I need your gentle voice to warm me

For I am cold, and shaking

I can't get warm, I need your arms around me..

I lay here on a beach of stone

While all around me, young men fall.

It's dark still, but dawn is coming

Though not for me.

Take me home, dear Mother

I'm coming home.

(c) Crissouli April 2014

not limited by licence

ANZAC DAY

April 25, 1915