Generations

The children left home for the city neon lights
Faces filled with endless enthusiasm
Brushed off sandburs that caught on their jeans
Covered tree scratched wrists with tailored shirts
The bell birds by the river sang their farewell
They never looked back to see your outstretching arms
The silvery grey city edge is where the elders rise early
To wait for the youth to come home

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Painting of Parramatta River, Sydney, Australia by Virginia Bucknell, you may see more of Virginiaโ€™s paintings via: Art Lovers Australia  Weebly   Instagram

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Cassa Bassa

๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitย child ๐Ÿ˜Š

2 thoughts on “Generations”

  1. Very nice! Very wistful.

    Their rosy-cheeked enthusiasm briskly faded,
    The daily commute on the tube grew wearisome…
    The elders did not have to wait long at all ๐Ÿ™‚.

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