From right to left: Gymea Nanna (Dorothy) then Poppy (Ken), who served in WWII.
Travelin' Soldier
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
<3
-Dixie Chicks-
Grafton Nanna's ANZACs
1 cup plain flour
3/4 cup coconut
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup rolled oats
125g butter
2 tablespoons honey
2 tablespoons cold water
1 teaspoon bi-card soda
Preheat oven to 180C (160C fan). Combine dry ingredients well. Melt butter, honey and water.
Melt butter, honey and water together in microwave or saucepan. Mix into dry ingredients. Roll into small balls and place on greased oven trays. Flatten slightly. Bake for 10-12 minutes.
Cool on tray for crunchy biscuits, alternatively remove from trays and cool on wire rack for soft, chewy biscuits.
Image borrowed from Reading Reneessance (no time to bake today!)
Image borrowed from Reading Reneessance (no time to bake today!)
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ReplyDeleteThat poem is so beautiful...
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing it x
It's nice hey. It's a Dixie Chix song, have you heard it?
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