“Bloody rain” says Mr ChiversBouncing a basketballOn the one dry patch of courtbloody rain” he nods to our Sports classAnd gives us the afternoon off.Bloody rain all rightAs Annabel and I run to Megalong Creek hutFaster than we ever have in Chivers’s classAnd the exercise we have in mindWe’ve been training for all yearBut I doubt if old ChiversWill give us a medal if he ever finds out.We high jump into the hutAnd strip downClimb under the blanketsAnd cheer the bloody rain As it does a lap or twoAround the mountainWhile Annabel and meEmbrace like winners shouldLike good sports doAs Mr. Chivers sips his third coffeeAnd twitches his bad kneeFrom his playing daysWhile miles awayAnnabel and IScore a convincing victoryAnd for once in our school lifeThe words “Physical Education”Make sense…”
Steven Herrick“As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...”
Steven Herrick“Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.”
Steven Herrick“Her body begs to be taken away and put into a warm bed with the sheets pulled high, even though nothing can help now.”
Steven Herrick“He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.”
Steven Herrick“I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.”
Steven Herrick, A Place Like This“She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.”
Steven Herrick, A Place Like This“She didn't have an answer for that. People like her only ever have questions.”
Steven Herrick, A Place Like This“He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.”
Steven Herrick, Cold Skin