Ghosts - The Neverending Song Poem by Paul Warren

The sweeping bend was on the Coorong road
Taking the corner a danger as you did in country mode
And she had been driving from the Gambier Mount
After a day's work her tiredness did surmount

But she was driving to meet her beau
And wanted him in her love to show
As she reached the Coorong and the bend
The car lost traction and rolled away in the end

So she died in the wreck on that lonely passage
And he was broken hearted with the message
A lost love for him was hard to reconcile
Looking to see her again became his style

He spoke to some of the local aboriginal men
And found the Coorong was sacred to them
So he took to camping out on this ground
Near the sea and no more to roam

He did not find a way through his grief
And he took on the local aboriginal belief
At the anniversary of that fateful day
He would sing the aboriginal death songs to stay

The local men had told him that there was a chance
His love would return to him during the song and dance
But the years went by and he did not see her again
And he so he stayed through the years in his life to defend

That last anniversary came and he was ill in his caravan
He was determined to try the song in one more stand
So he sat down and started the chant he knew well
In the early morning light to the spirits he did tell

The struggle was to do it right
And for her to hear him in his plight
His strength faded with each stanza long
But he was determined to finish the song

So the sunset came at the end of this long day
And as his life faded the sunlight did not stay
The last flames of the campfire light
Cast a shadow as his spirit took to flight

The gentle breeze stirred the campfire smoke
And her form appeared in a perfect love's yoke
From his broken and worn body his spirit stood above
And they left in full embrace in young lovers endless love.

© Paul Warren Poetry