one from the archives

​One from the archives! I found this poem scrawled on a napkin when searching for something in an old filing cabinet today. It must be over 24 years since I penned it on a perfect summer night at what was then “our block” and is now our home. In those days we camped in a makeshift tin shed with an old yellow stage curtain salvaged from Leongatha’s Mesley Hall for front door. We worked on our property during the day and spent nights under the stars by a roaring fire. I bathed in a tiny round red tub and always had dirt under my nails. Life was simpler then, full of wonder and possibility. I felt that time again when I stumbled upon these words today; I hope you enjoy them too.