An Aussie Summer Poem by jerry hughes
An Aussie Summer
The sun rises early.
'Bloody daylight saving.'
Birds fly. Grasses grow.
The Victa's primed and
splutters to life.
Johnny's off to play cricket.
Sarah's off to the beach.
Mum's making dinner.
Dad's mowing the lawn
and shooing off bees.
Next door awakes after
an all night party.
'Jesus, I'm still pissed'
His lament interrupted by
the flushing of the dunny.
A dog barks. A blue-tongue
uncomfortable with strangers
waddles into the hydrangers.
Midday. The sun's ablaze.
Mr Whippy's van circles.
Children run to it with
shiny coins and eyes.
The sounds of summer
punctuated by flies.
Early evening.
The kids return.
Johnny scored eighty
and took two wickets.
Sarah's red and glowing,
not only from the sun.
Mum's set the table
and prepared the tea.
Dad the silly bugger
was stung by a bee.
like listening to grandad tell tales in graphic meandering vividness...............John
Well how I can relate to this fun yet true poem. I lived in hot, horrible Blacktown in Sydney as a teenager and you are spot on. Loved it! Karin Anderson
Well how I can relate to this fun yet true poem. I lived in hot, horrible Blacktown in Sydney as a teenager and you are spot on. Loved it! Karin Anderson
Being a pommie I'm glad to read of Australian life... in someways much like ours. Good piece.
Hello Jerry, you have taken me right back. It was the Mr whippee van and the bumble bee that really made me laugh. I hear Mr whipppee every Sunday. Cheers
You are a poetical genius sir! A write as charming as the evening you describe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:01:04 AM # 1.0.0
This is excellent Jerry. I love it. It sounds like a script written for Paul hogan. It is all so real about suburban Australia. 'The sounds of Summer punctuated by flies' such clever writing..... Karin Anderson