That Bruny Backyard
I dream of that big Bruny backyard, one without fences and with views out to sea.
The air is salty but sweet.
I want to play there again, to swing on the old clothesline and hear that rusty creak as it turns.
My feet without shoes.
The Pademelons coming and going as they please, grazing on grasses, watching me play.
Nature all around me.
Life there is free and I know, with all my heart, that is where I wish I could be.
Oil on Stretched linen