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.
Wednesday 1 April 2015
The Sheepskin
He was tan
And he was a wether.
I say was, because now he's chops in the freezer,
And this rug.
His body will feed a couple for a month or so.
His lovely thick fleece covered skin,
Will be soft beneath the feet of a friend,
Who must stand.
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