Four boys and a Commodore
Four beers and the bonnet up
They peer deep into the unknown
With board shorts at half mast
The ubiquitous Australian 'crack'
The last thing you see when they pass
They play – just like they did
When they were young
With smaller cars in smaller yards
My son kisses his “missus”
The others light their smokes
Laughing at some dirty jokes
I sit and watch while
Nothing gets done
The magnificent posturing of youth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetic pictorial. Very nice Elizabeth. I just love the lines: 'With board shorts at half mast The ubiquitous Australian 'crack' The last thing you see when they pass' Hah! Too funny. The imagery was well timed and placed. Superb!