The way I ain’t the busiest man in Maitland.
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And the way the busiest person in Maitland probably wouldn’t have ever noticed the beautiful pine trees of Darcy’s Peak out yonder at Gillieston Heights. The way they probably wouldn’t have seen them there across the years, not even when they were resting on the sideline during a beautiful touch football afternoon down at Maitland Park, or if they were watching netball from court or tending a louth park garden or sitting in a cubby-house at fishery creek when they were young.
The way the the busiest man in Maitland probably wouldn’t have ever even seen them pine trees out there growing so nicely on the side of that ridge, out there near to the highest point of the town, on that side at least.
And the way the busiest person in Maitland
wouldn’t probably have ever had time for them trees and that there ridge.
The way they probably never ever thought about the way the footpaths in High Street are a kinda reddish colour, how they’ve been that way a long time now. And I reckon the busiest person in Maitland ain’t never probably had time to walk along the riverbank down in Horseshoe Bend, I mean to walk right down there and look at the little streets and feel how lovely and sleepy it is and catch a breeze coming up from the river and feel it on their skin. The way they probably ain’t done that...
And it’s probably true that the busiest person in Maitland hasn’t had time lately to put their arm out the car window between Morpeth and Largs and let it glide gently up and down in wind and feel that sensation again and remember how good it feels to be out there on those farms and fields and all that.
And it’s probably true that the busiest person in Maitland don’t know how good it is to sit in the old grandstand down there at the showground; to sit way up the top on a summer night and watch something down on the track and then see out over the track towards East Maitland, over to where you some friends of yours live, and eat some hot chips and see everyone else alive and bright and happy.
And I do believe it’s highly likely that the busiest person in Maitland ain’t lately lay on a rug between the poplars at Tucker Park in Paterson and looked at the leaves shimmering and trembling and read a book or something nice like that.
Or I bet they ain’t had a chance to walk down in Morpeth common and see the way things are out there and watch how the horses and cattle walk real slow and calm and swish their tails, or maybe look out to Hinton and think how green and lovely it is and all that. I bet they ain’t had time for that.
And I bet the busiest person in Maitland don’t look at the town hall and play the game where they pretend it’s a rocket ship, a beautiful rocket pointed up there towards the forever sky and think back to all the times they been in there and how their mum and dad or nan and pop or someone probably danced and kissed and stuff like that inside that rocket ship and how it’s so beautiful and important and how they don’t make em like that anymore.
And I’m kinda glad I’m not the busiest person in Maitland cause I wouldn’t wanna miss out on that stuff – how bout you?
Goodnight.