Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life.
On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria
- if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
Thursday 29 January 2015
Rushing
I
Rush, rush, rush!
Tightly coiled spring
Potential energy about to break out
Without purpose
Adrenalin pumped
High focus
Poor judgement
Energy quickly spent
Like a blown out candle
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