The Call of The Ilford Sun

Under the Ilford sun
the air so fresh and sweet
it's easy not to run
in the blistering summer heat

In the early morning light
the silence as we sleep
awaken with all your might
without the noise of a street

The joy of seeing family there
of smiles and coffee bound
was every bit the wanting fare
for a place in heart so sound

Long walks with my leggy niece
on daily trips to secret parts
gave my mind some summer peace
and discussions on apricot tarts

Wallaroos and black cockatoos
natures windows held open wide
pistols at dawn for the fools
for them there is no ride

The sweeping landscape
a painters true dream 
in a wide open space
a slice of mango on top of the cream

My sister in her resourceful self
found a tree of abundance
to bring a smile to three happy elf's
apricot jam did not become a redundance

The need to kill the thistle weed
a joy to fun to miss
even with a driving lesson in heed
it can make you get in a tiz

And my dear brother-in law
a brave face in the dreaded heat
placing stone not straw
too long standing on his feet

A soothing ale would quench our thirst
while resting after we were done
the afternoon light would be our first
in the call of the Ilford sun