"Still Cutting Laps."

  The knee high boots have long gone.

 The mini skirt layed to rest.

 Laps past the Town Hall Dance, to check out the talent.

Back past the coffee drinkers, down past the pub.

 All so long ago, all part of the past.

 But, no this old girl is still cutting laps.

 Down past the Lemon scented gum, up round the Hakea.

Lap after lap she can cut, round and round she can go.

 The mowing here goes on forever, and ever

But so do those memories of long ago.