The Ghost of Electricity: War Stories by Jon McLeary # 136 Weathered Lines

I feel the sun on a gentle breeze

I watch it come I watch it leave

But I never thought that I could ever get old

Now the things my youth could buy me have already been sold

I was working at Mystery Creek, just signwriting and doing some farm work. It was a fairly low key place in the late seventies between events and I lived some miles away near Ohaupo in a…