The Bald Hills
It was known to the locals as that because it wasn't a town
more of a place name and every place has a name even if
you have to make it up because thats what we do and here
we lived in mud brick and cold slate floor with a fire place
a foot long only lighting the middle and the horses we kept
ran in moonlight outside the glass wall as you kept dark
little chickens for eggs and grew dope in the vegetable patch
as helicopters flew over and you ran the dirt roads in bare
feet where the car tyres ran leaving it smooth and your heart
bet in your chest and you could have run forever then in those
days as you carted hay in the summertime for the neighbors
and had your first girlfriend with rose bud lips as you rode
dirt bikes to a constant rev also making pontoons on a dam
below like the different weather there just there as black wild
rabbits skirted the edge of bush and the legend of hermit
through the scrub got your mind thinking like the ones up
the road with wild guinea pigs under the house bred from a
son pets who had died they kept as a memory to him as this
as in all things left a mark on you and you on it.