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.
Friday 27 November 2015
Uncomfortable
Sometimes,
Due mainly to my Aspergian bluntness,
I make people uncomfortable.
I know that it is because,
In this ego driven society,
Of insincere politeness.
Truth is not acceptable,
And it is extremely rude to point it out.
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