Get me outta here!

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photographs and memories

Jim Croce soundtrack
and
cliches
in a leather suitcase –
photographs and memories

do you remember

when

cameras used film
negatives were stored
photographs were printed
at Indooroopilly Shoppingtown
while we caught up and roamed,

when

births, deaths, marriages
and aftermaths
were faithfully recorded
on my crappy camera
that I always carried,

when

everyone thought they had found the one,
then they found the next one
and the next one,

when

we wore hippy skirts
exotic accessories and footwear,
then moved on to Relax Wham t-shirts
permed hair
and near permanent scowls,

when

bad hair was everywhere,
our changing styles
matched our way-out friends –
now gone to the dogs
or missing in action,
a few just floated away with the tide …

when

we were inseparable
comrades-in-arms

party

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Willy Wagtail chick in spring

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Yesterday I was outside and a Willy Wagtail kept flitting around my head, until I realised there was a new new chick nearby and the parents were warding me off their bubba. Both parents were very attentive with the fledgling. I was very impressed 😍

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Willy Wagtail

fledgling chick in springtime,

flitting here and there

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On a rooftop

the fledgling suns in spring,

vigilant parents

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innocent fledgling,

the dangers of the hawk

do not yet exist

Campaign Trail

Campaign Trail

The politics of barnstorming:

Stunt flying in carnival skies,
country fairs and starry eyes.

Political speeches, theatrical lies,
white teeth lectures in pomade disguise.

Parachute jumping into alien towns,
tall tale faking and face painted frowns.

Sympathetic grunting and reflective sounds,
all of these abound in barnstorming grounds.

Send in the clowns.

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Note: I took the photo of the red bi-plane at the Wide Bay International Airshow 🙂 There is nothing much better than a red bi-plane.