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The Hillbilly
She’s in the bush, at the beach. She’s saying, “Ahh, I’m lonely!” but slowly, slowly she’s coming better.
It’s summer. It’s midday. Her name is Princess. Maybe she can’t swim. She is feeling fed up. She is better now, but she was tired. She was lonely.
She comes from somewhere in Europe. She comes from here. She is from John’s house. She comes to his house for a couple of hours. She’s a hillbilly. She needs people around her and she starts a song. One day she will have a family. She does nothing for a living. Goodness knows. She does nothing all day. She was happy singing a song. Everybody comes in and is happy in her company. We can hear children crying in the background, about what work we want to do, and people talking. We hear the sound of the water.
She was a beautiful dancer, underneath the tree, she grabbed a branch and danced together. Opa! (Marie sings a beautiful song). We can smell the trees, just ordinary trees and eucalyptus trees. She would breathe the fresh air, be happy and sing a song. She smells the salt water. She smells clean and healthy from the bush. She looks tired, stretches her muscles, but she is happy.
She looks for a gentleman because she is lonely. She finds a shepherd for company. She was like Maria exactly. She goes for a swim and she relaxes on the sand. It ain’t necessarily so!
This story was created by Angelos, Evangolos, Maria, Christos, Margaret, Doreen, Warner, Igualda, Helen, John and Vera at Mary Potter House Dementia Unit Calvary Hospital on 2 September 2013.
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