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Lyndan Blackman is a talented poet and creatve jeweller and enameller.

Lyndan Blackman

 

The Ghosts of Timor Road

© 1996 Lyndan Blackman





gum tree
At heart she's a country girl
Though she lives in a city by the sea
60 years gone 60 years away
She talks of her childhood
As if it were just yesterday
It only goes to prove what we've always known
That you never really leave
When the heart knows it's home
If you're born and bred
Where the mallee scrub grows
Where the red dry dust is
Stirred by cattle hooves
Where the stars gleam bright
With a wonderous hue
And the crisp clean air
Makes you feel your life's renewed
Where the pressures of the city
Just fade away
And remind you that life
Is worth living everyday
You can always return
While the memories stay strong
To the only place
You knew that you belonged
To the ghosts of your past
To a time that couldn't last
Out west
On the Timor Road

I know that it's something you won't see today
An eight year old on her horse on her way
To get an education so she could get away
From her life
On the Timor Road

When she would ride down Timor Road
Bare feet, bareback, barely eight years old
Her scraggy brown pony could barely stand the load
Back then
On the Timor Road
She knew poverty and pain on their farm out west
Drought and bushfire never let them rest
Through each of nature's trials they rose to meet the test
Battlers all
On the Timor Road

More than 60 years on her heart's still there
Though she's travelled round the world she found nothing to compare
With the smells and the sights and the people who had shared
Her life
On the Timor Road.

It's got a new name and it's tarred all the way
No flash flooding no need to have to stay
Drivers cruise straight through on the road that leads away
From the ghosts
On the Timor Road.




old tree
At heart she's a country girl
Though she lives in a city by the sea
60 years gone 60 years away
She talks of her childhood
As if it were just yesterday
It only goes to prove what we've always known
That you never really leave
When the heart knows it's home
If you're born and bred
Where the mallee scrub grows
Where the red dry dust is
Stirred by cattle hooves
Where the stars gleam bright
With a wonderous hue
And the crisp clean air
Makes you feel your life's renewed
Where the pressures of the city
Just fade away
And remind you that life
Is worth living everyday
You can always return
While the memories stay strong
To the only place
You knew that you belonged
To the ghosts of your past
To a time that couldn't last
Out west
On the Timor Road