I will go to Kouranga
perhaps for the last time,
to look out over the trees,
the lawns, the hills, the water.
Perhaps for the last time
I'll sit with my friends
in this house they made,
to look out over the trees
from their wide veranda. Perhaps
we'll see the wallabies feeding.
The lawns, the hills, the water
and the gardens, all flowering now,
remain certain: an oasis I carry within.
(My friends are moving soon.)
(My friends are moving soon.)
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #333
Beautiful, with just that touch of sadness about temporary things...regrets, but just a few...
ReplyDeleteLovely offering. Sounds like a magical place.
ReplyDeleteLovely offering of words and scenes
ReplyDeleteThis is just so beautiful..........what a glorious spot. Wonderful photos! It must be hard for your friends to move from such a heavenly place. Hope their new place offers equal joys. I can feel the reverie in your poem, Rosemary. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteTheir new place is very nice – and will need a lot less work to maintain.
DeleteOh, I needed this today, Rosemary! A beautiful combination of nostalgia and peacefulness!! Enjoyed the kangaroo in the photo. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteWell, it's really a wallaby. Smiles back. (Kangaroos are bigger.)
DeleteA gorgeous poem Rosemary...I was about to write on my kangaroo find when I noticed Wallaby in your comment to Mary and I had to google for wallaby...the world is so full of surprises...
ReplyDeleteDrink it in, drink deeply. Enjoy the Solstice with all its mystery and companionship. What we love is oasis, indeed.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful place, but also a reminder of how things changes. The good thing is to note it and make it a treasured memory before it is too late.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delight of a place, Rosemary. I love the idea of carrying an oasis inside, ready to quench our thirst for something wonderful.
ReplyDeleteNothing hurts more than to see the beautiful lanscapes we love being changed and losing their appeal. I've lived in South Australia for over 50 years and some of the places of most loved memories have now disappeared.
ReplyDeleteA reminder that everything's temporary. The first stanza is so poignant.. it can be even about life in general.
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays Rosemary
It feels as if that peaceful place will be held inside - it is sobering to think of last times... i hope every moment was enjoyed..particularly seeing the wallabies
ReplyDelete"an oasis I carry within." what a beautiful offering
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
much love...
What beautiful photos! The last 5 lines of the poem are my favorites.
ReplyDeleteVery tender and true Rosemary - a letting go... And yet an treasured oasis of time and social times with friends always carried within - A beautiful read... Thank you With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeleteThe ending is absolutely beautiful
ReplyDeletean oasis I carry within.
may it always be so Rosemary, a lovely Sunday read
an oasis indeed! and imagine wild animals on your lawn. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely piece of writing, nice photos too.
ReplyDeleteYes, a lovely write, a place of peace, thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteOh. How hard it must be to leave such a beautiful place. But glad you got to enjoy it. Lovely writing here Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteWhile there is definitely a sense of loss, there also seems to be a small understated joy in getting to see these special things one last time and tuck them away in the oasis of your heart.
ReplyDeleteYour pictures, for me, wrapped it all up wonderfully.
ReplyDeleteZQ
Lovely writing and pictures,
ReplyDeleteThere is a longing in your words, that is deepened with the photos. Can feel your sense of loss. Beautiful write, Rosemary,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is lovely and evocative. It has a wonderful eat-of-a-grand-novel vibe to it that is so eloquent and yet, rather wistful ... beautiful writing.
ReplyDeletean oasis I carry within..love that...memories to treasure.
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