Sunday, April 5, 2009

PAVED PARADISE.

Box Hill in Melbourne Australia,1957, was the year my family moved into the suburb.

We were the only house for a mile or so, and all around us was open land.

Our main road was one road. and gravel.

Our street was dirt, with pot holes.

The milkman and his horse would come past at 3am every morning, and you would hear the bottles rattling, and hooves of the horse.

There were so many gumtrees,you could hear them swaying in the wind, long grass also.

A creek not far away, we could hear the water trickling.

Horses in paddocks without a chain.

Yabbies in little natural pools.
Tadpoles, Frogs.


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Now its all built up.

A concrete jungle.

1 comment:

Jacqui Binford-Bell said...

I like this. Nice. Says so much in so few words.