a yellow ribbon
by Alice Frampton
we wake up holding
each other’s hand
Lee Gurga from Fresh Scent (1998)
(By Z. V. Webb.)
The leaves are rustling in the breeze
That whistles through the tall gum trees;
The wattles sway from side to side,
The timid rabbits run to hide;
And. as the sun comes o’er the hill,
The birds in gladness sweetly trill.
The kookaburra’s laugh rings out,
And drowns the river’s noisy bout;
Then on the morning air there comes
The sweet bush, music from the gums
As magpies carol blithe and gay
To usher in the Christmas Day.
The homestead and the hut are decked
In trails with starry blossoms flecked.
The great bush boughs are brought inside
To decorate the chimneys wide;
And o’er the door, in greenish-brown,
A native mistletoe hangs down.
Such bustle as the wand’rers come
To gather in the dear old home!
The buggy rattling to the gate
Is creaking with its happy freight;
And at the door the mother stands
With beaming face and outstretched hands.
And soon the-boys are mooching round
Delighting in each well-loved sound.
The old sow’s grunt, the hum of bees,
The fantails cooing in the trees;
Whilst, -brown eyes showing all he feels,
Old Rover follows at their heels.
The girls are bustling to and fro
Each footstep light, each face aglow;
The turkey’s cooked, the pudding’s done;
There’s plenty here for everyone,
And glad hearts sing the sweet refrain:
"It’s Christmas and we’re home again. “
ORIGINAL VERSE. (1924, December 25). Western Mail (Perth,)