In the Shadow of Ghosts
To all and sundry I hereby attest
when writing stories, I will pen my best
to literary heights I will aspire
and write like poets, those that I admire.
To stroll with Lawson under silver moon
and sit with Dennis in the early noon
ride with Morant along the Condamine
inspired by Parkes, my rhyme I will refine.
Then walk with Kendall, hear the bell birds song
stand with Ogilvie, view the rushing throng
watch Evans write his women of the west
read Boake, great poet and one of our best.
There’s Esson’s tribute to the shearer’s wife.
the convicts who sang their rum song of life
then Song of Australia was Carleton’s view
I hear Paterson, and that Geebung crew.
Verse caught the time, the man rode Snowys side
viewed Sydney town when ships moved with the tide
rode Cobb and Co. along a dusty track
travelled the bush, where some never came back.
All master poets, experts in this craft
read so many, I smiled, I cried, I laughed
published in many a books well read pages
their words are still resounding through the ages.
I’ll keep on writing well into the night
knowing one day, I’ll pen the metre right
the flow of my rhythm will be like a song
the beat will sound its perfect soft and strong.
With help from writers, present or the past
my writings' true perfection, I will grasp
when all’s left are my poems and my rhyme
I would love them remembered for all time.
David J Delaney
10/09/2008 ©
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Kathy Lynn
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I've often wondered the same thing, David. To walk beside the great hero's of time would be magical indeed. Thank you for sharing!
Many blessings,
~Linda
John
This wonderful ode to poets from our past, written by a poet who will belong on this list. You masterfully select the words creating an illustration for all to see, perfection is undoubtedly within your grasp.
Sensational Dave, Stuart (Melbourne, Australia)
Sandie Angel :o)
Be always safe,
Karen