Preston

by Brendan Bonsack

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Old Suzana sailed to Gilbert Road
In the Summer of 1953
To work the war out of her bones
In all those footwear factories

In Autumn years she'd come around
With little boxes she'd brought from her patch
Her patch of garden and she'd sit
And talk for hours
Since her old Jimmy left

I have heard it said
This place is called "Depreston", oh yeah
But I call this place my home
Sunlight down the weeping trees
All along the Merri Creek
And pressed into the water whispering on


That week was strange when Suzana died
After all that she had been through
She sliced her finger on the mailbox
And there was nothing
Nothing any doc could do

Outside the old church in Tyler Street
There gathered such a crowd
Ah, the music and the food and the laughter
They all brought back to Suzana's house

I have heard it said
This place is called "Depreston", oh yeah
But I call this place my home
Sunlight down the weeping trees
All along the Merri Creek
And pressed into the water whispering on

How numb it seemed when the sign was nailed
To block all her roses' view
It said Deceased Estate for Immediate Sale
And all with the proper Council Approvals

I can see Suzie on the old front step
In her coat and her black knitted shawl
They say it's lonely for the captain
Going down with her ship
So I laid my lines and camped out on her lawn

I have heard it said
This place is called "Depreston", oh yeah
But I call this place my home
Sunlight down the weeping trees
All along the Merri Creek
And pressed into the water whispering on

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released March 28, 2015
Picture by Paul Fenwick

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Brendan Bonsack

Brendan Bonsack is a poet and songwriter from Melbourne, Australia. These are his own brand of folk and pop songs, described as poems with dance partners.

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