Peterborough

A dusty, misunderstood far north town
With dogs barking and panting all around
People talking and laughing down the street;
Casually passing time, hoping for a chance to meet.

The sound of the I.P wheels’ clatter and clang
As the train chuffs by without a bang
Children splashing at the local pool
Like on Australia day, the good old Aussie way.

The smell of sheep wafts through the air,
As a stock crate drives through, getting many glares
I sit outside drinking ice tea,
while chatting about some memories.

This Is my home away from home
Where adventures happen and my time is on loan
This intriguing town is where I grew up
I still visit a lot, but not as much.