The Drive
Gravelled grey and sunburnt clay
Filtered sun through old gum trees
Traces the ground you used to walk
Just a step in front of me.

1 can see you now turn around
As you heard the car touch ground
On the drive that led to home
As you walked in front of me.

1 remember the games we used to play
When you walked in front of me,
A slow, slow walk to make me stop
A blow of the horn to make you hop.

And when we'd tired of our childish game
I'd open the door and call your name
And your face would light with youthful glee
As you climbed in next to me

No more the games we used to play
But still the memory's there to stay
And now 1 drive a lonely way
Through the drive that's gravelled grey

Filtered sun through old gum trees
Traces the ground you used to walk
Just a step in front of me.

                     © Helen Catherine Cramer
                      28th November 1981
                     © Photography Helen Catherine Cramer