Dirt, Dust and Sun

In Melbourne town

Things seem clean

Footsteps walk the

Unbroken path

The familiar road

And the heart that lies here

Closing my eyes

I see another place

In it I picture

Orange Dirt,

Dust

And

Sun

I can already smell the bush,

Feel the heat and hear the

Quiet

Something creeps into my mind

My eyes open and I see

The unknown

That lies ahead

“Don’t go” it says

It might be easier

To take a different path

Resist adventure

And stay

Wait for another voice

Resting on your shoulder

Whispers closer

Still

“It’s time”

Anxieties awaken

As such time draws

Near

Landing safely

With exploring eyes

The sun hits as you see

You’re here

Travelling through a world of

No where

The destination soon

Comes closer

Upon arrival

You picture yourself

In a child’s paradise

A peaceful place

Home for the six weeks

In which you have been

Given a task

The weight of that

Privilege

Soon takes hold

You know you

Can do this

And are eager to

Begin

A classroom

Awaits

Through

Children’s grins

Days now have

Truly

Gone by

Disbelief of accomplishing

Such a challenge

Children respond to you

For you

A gift that cannot be bought

A gift you give back

In realisation

That you now see them

For them

The bush is seen in

Their skin

Through their eyes

In their home

The dirt, dust and sun

Was there all 

Along

ADVENTURE WON!

Now back in cold Melbourne town

The warm paradise

Of Pigeon Hole days

Are seen through

Photographic memories

A distant place

Where a piece of my heart

Will always

Belong