Wilhelm Ruff

Dear Pam and John, I would like to thank you for your hospitality over the years with a poem. I wrote it after another most pleasant dinner to which you had invited me. Mulberry Vale Bush Cabin Resort Mulberry Vale, where the saltbush grow, On the great wide plain, that’s where I’ll go To work on my book on the veranda of mine And watch the sun set, her red-golden shine. My cabin is perfect, there’s all that I need. At the table outside, at my laptop I sit, And while around me it’s peaceful and calm My mind can take wings and spin a new yarn. I must lock the door – the ghosts come at night! The sunset is vibrant and bound to revive The souls of dead miners, return them to life; Their names on the Hill are blazing in white. Are really some ghosts still haunting the town? Did you go up the Hill to see for your own, In the middle of night if the dead miners’ names Are brighter in darkness than during the days? As a guest I do know of a very good ‘ghost.’ Her name? It is Pam, and she is the most Gen’rous host you could in a life time meet, Together with John: a pair you must meet. Alas I completed my book and this strive, And thus my excuse to return to this life But this does not mean I won’t ever again Would want to indulge in Andrew’s cuisine. I wish you good night, after a wonderful day. After so many years again I will say I wait for the day when again I will ring: “Is cabin 10 free, can you fit me in?” Mulberry Vale, where the saltbush grow, On the great wide plain, that’s where I’ll go To write my next book on the veranda of mine, And watch the sun set, her red-golden shine. Copyright 2010 Wilhelm Ruff