Country Dust

Out boys, stretch your legs dad yelled
I jumped out cramped thighs
One step, two step they both held
I looked up to see the beautiful country skies.

Red dust sticking to the insides of my sole
I looked up to see the beautiful country sky
Kicking the old battered sherrin through the goal
The country is the best and here is why.

Red dust sticking to the inside of my sole
The flies swarm me as I take a sip of water
I picked up the old battered sherrin and slotted a goal
Nona came out and laughed 'Jeez are you sure you’re not Harry Potter.'

Laughing loud I turned around to hear the beautiful sound…another
The roaring engine of the little Pee-wee motorbike
You want a go shouted my brother
Nah I’m good…psych.

Red dust sticking to the insides of my sole
I looked up to see the beautiful country sky
Kicking the old battered sherrin through the goal
The country is the best and here is why.