{"id":142,"date":"2010-04-30T16:22:21","date_gmt":"2010-04-30T06:22:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gpdawson.com\/blog\/?p=142"},"modified":"2010-04-30T16:25:00","modified_gmt":"2010-04-30T06:25:00","slug":"adelaide","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.gpdawson.com\/blog\/2010\/04\/30\/adelaide\/","title":{"rendered":"Adelaide"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am hardly a poet by any stretch of the imagination, but on one or two occasions in my life I have never-the-less been inspired enough to put pen to paper.<\/p>\n

The following expresses what I was feeling whilst I was preparing to leave Adelaide, after having lived there for 18 years – a very meaningful phase of my life. It still brings a tear to my eye, each time I re-discover, re-read it, and re-remember everything and everyone who made it so special to me. The photo is one I took myself one Easter, just south of Adelaide, South Australia.<\/p>\n


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ADELAIDE<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I came here unprepared<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the stark beauty and harshness of the summer sun<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Which burns the lingering clouds away<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the leafy hills that slowly brown and crisp<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

And yet from which the cooling breezes arise<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the crystal azure beaches still and broad<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

With sensuous pure sands flowing between my toes<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the market bustling with freshness and life and cheer<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Abundant with the fruits of the earth, not so barren here<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the winter showers and gusty hail<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Replenishing the parched soil til it overflows<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Adelaide I will miss you<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n


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I came here unprepared<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the openness, for the friendships, for the camaraderie<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

For the alternative, the traditional, the blended mixture<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Of beings and souls who have wandered alongside me for a while<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

And which has opened my heart more than I thought it ever could<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Adelaide I will miss you<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n


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I came here unprepared<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

To become more human<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

To become more myself<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

And to enjoy each moment as it arose<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

More and more with each passing day<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Adelaide I will miss you<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n


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