Jane Kerrigan-Between Eastridge and Yarrawonga Estate - for Clai

Oil on Canvas

This is my response to writing by David G Lloyd, wistfully remembering those big nights out with your friends having silly fun, and winding up on the cold, damp footy oval watching the light break.

This poem also recalls nights hanging out with my friends when I was younger and sillier.  That's why I liked the poem.  It is a universal experience for a lot of teenagers, while still living at home. 

My first home is one I will always remember fondly, but one I will never be able to go back to.  Like so many of us.

Home is now the memories in my mind.