Beside the Billabong.
Childhood Memories Mix with Present Day Family Outings.
Sat beside billabong Country NSW, Quiet with country whispers beside my dad, Afternoon sun, Eating sandwiches on way home, Contented time father and son, Childhood memory stays and travels with me, Over 60 years ago.
Paraphrasing father’s water-side explanation, Billabong is oxbow lake, Isolated crescent pond, Left behind after river loop is cut off by river changing course, Sometimes filled with heavy seasonal rain, Dry by summer’s end.
Family outings, Picnics often near rivers lakes estuaries favourite beaches, Walk and swim, Watching grandkids frolic, Sit and munch favorite sandwiches, Remembering other times.
Now this week, Bush walk country NSW, Grandfather me, Son’s family, Doggles patrolling.
Sitting beside small billabong, Watching doggles, Wondering when he’ll jump into crystal clear water.
Listening to son explaining billabong origin and habitat, Mind includes my father sitting beside me, Listening with me to son and granddaughter, Four generations.
Accept these mental gymnastics as spiritual gifts, Enables deeper understanding of place and role, My continuance in family life.