HYMNS OF CELEBRATION

I've been playing about this is poem and I think, with the added assistance of the Secret Poets, it is finished. Thank you Secrets. You can read the earlier version here.

WAITING FOR THE FLYING SAUCERS

Before dawn we were on the hill

singing hymns of celebration

of confirmation

This was the day we would transcend

to our promised new lives in Heaven

The drizzle did not dampen us

The gawkers and cameras

did not make us falter

That came later in the full light of day

wet to the skin

cold to the bone

But Salvation did not beckon that February day

Conscious of my weak chest

my Mother was the first to question

In twos and threes

slowly we walked off that hill

In all my life I never felt as alive

The layout is different and the Secrets suggested flying saucers rather than simply saucers. Also the third stanza has been clarified. I hope it all reads better.

I was asked a question about Redgum recently, on an old post, so I'll leave you with the band at their peak.

Until next time.