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.
Monday 4 May 2015
Faux-pas
Faux-pas,
Hard to spell,
Easy to do.
It denotes innocence of intent,
And motivation misinterpreted.
So what to do when identified?
Ask pardon.
Make amends immediately.
What not to do?
Pass back the blame.
Act oblivious.
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