This is another in-situated recollection of what I consider to have been a significant event in my life, when I was Age 15.
Life moves on…
One of my primary school friends – a naturally gifted kid – a district athlete across a number of sports – individual and team. One of those people who also did great in school. He had charm by the bucket load, and was loved by both his school peers – guys and girls alike.
My memories include us riding our bikes to school; running around the playground, creating havoc; playing school sport together and competing against each other; training and playing rugby together in our Saturday team; riding our motorbikes on the unmade strips along the side of the new development roads, and going for rides down into the local bush; swimming in creeks.
When we got to high school, I went to the local state high school, and he went to a private high school. We still caught up, but less so from Year 9. Though he lived close by, he used to run to our evening rugby training in favour of asking my parents for a ride. One night his life was cut short on a darkened street on the way to rugby training. He just never showed up at training that night. The story was relayed to me a few days later. I knew the street. It was busy, but there were always lots of people around walking the pavements.
The following is a fictionalised narrative as I wasn’t there. It is however based on so many other episodes we shared together. RIP.
(Kawasaki 2016)
Someone lost at sea….
Someone lost at sea ….©David L Page 2017
Verse 1: I walk the road,
its easy to avoid the cars…
beats walking the pavement….
with so much traffic around
Verse 2: I can hear the shuffle of the blind man running,..
with his sticking scraping the ground……
the dog-barking skater being pulled along…
the nanny running with her filled up pram…
some kids on scooters,
clicking to a groove every time they ride over a (concrete pavement) line….
Verse 1: I walk the road,
its easy to avoid the cars…
beats walking the pavement….
with so much traffic around
Chorus: my iPod plays a serenade …
a young girl lost at sea…..
haunting wind harmonizes (in) the back ground…..
a sad tale, told so so well….
(Peterson 2015)
Refrain: A seagull passes overhead
casting a shadow over the road….
I glance up half-expecting a plane coming into land…
a car horn blasts
unsure of what I have seen…
wheels lock, shrieking tyres,
my nose fills with the smell of burning rubber
waiting for the crash…
I feel a rush of pain…
Everything goes………..
Refrain: Another seagull must be passing overhead
another shadow casts over me….
seems like lights out time in our household,
when I was boy…
Chorus: ohhhhhhhh….
I can hear a serenade in the distance …
but I don’t think it is my mum…
someone lost at sea…..
haunting wind harmonizes (in) the back ground…..
I can’t tell if it this is a sad tale,
a cold wind rushes past…
Chorus: ohhhhhhhh….
ohooooooohhhhhhhh………..
I can hear a serenade in the distance …
someone lost at sea…..
haunting wind harmonizes (in) the back ground…..
I can’t tell if it is a sad tale,
that’s not told so so well….
Verse 3: I can no longer hear the shuffle of the blind man running…
with his sticking scraping the ground……
I can’t hear any dogs panting,
as they run their owners along….
I can’t hear the many running,
nor the kids on scooters
clicking to a groove,
everytime they run over a (concrete pavement) line…
Chorus: ohhhhhhhh….
ohooooooohhhhhhhh………..
I can hear a serenade in the distance …
someone lost at sea…..
haunting wind harmonizes (in) the back ground…..
I can’t tell if it is a sad tale,
that’s not told so so well….
(AE 2015)
Refrain: Another seagull must be flying overhead,
cause there is another shadow,
cast over me….
seems like lights out time in our household,
when I was boy…
Outro:
Chorus: ohhhhhhhh….
I can hear a serenade in the distance …
someone lost at sea…..
haunting wind harmonizes (in) the back ground…..
I can’t tell if it this is a sad tale,
more cold wind rushes past…
Verse 3 (part); I can no longer hear the shuffle of the blind man running,..
with his sticking scraping the ground……
oohhh ooohh ooohhh oohhhho
oooh………..
oohhh ooohh ooohhh oohhhho
oooh………..
oohhh ooohh ooohhh oohhhho
oooh………..
oohhh ooohh ooohhh oohhhho
oooh………..
Page, David L. 2017. “Someone lost at sea ….”© David L Page 2017. This audio event represents a developed sense of my recollection of this significant event.
This represents one last blog in this Project 1 series. It is not directly about me, but it was a significant event in my life. The next blog in the Project 2 series is Memory – Age 16 Part 1.
References
AE 2015 Music note montage in the universe image courtesy of: Angelic Exorcism (AE) Studio Projects Accessed 11th March 2015
Celestial Galaxy image courtesy of: Celestial Galaxy Accessed 2nd January, 2017
Kawasaki GA-3TR 90 2016c mage courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 26th August, 2016
Northern Lights image courtesy of: Northern lights Accessed 22nd August, 2012
Page, David L. 2017. “Someone lost at sea ….”© David L Page 2017.
Page, David L 2016 David L Page’s Memory series Accessed 3rd April, 2017
Peterson, Allan. 2012. Underwater Cathedral Light image courtesy of: Allan Peterson Accessed 2nd January, 2017
Someone lost at sea …. audio link courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 20th August, 2017
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