The Open Window

Through the open window

across the meadow green

and down beside the river bank

I drift at night in dream.

Where willows sweep the water

and birdsong fills the air

the morning sunlight greets me

with wild flowers everywhere.

A fat jack trout for breakfast

and a brew of billy tea

the smell of burning wood smoke

that's where I long to be.

So give me some more dreamtime

and I'll drift back there once more

to a time of endless sunshine

before the Vietnam war.

©Mike Subritzky

July 2001