Me and my mate are 'in' for a date.
Yes, we are at home,
Alone.
Kids at school,
So it's out with the tools:
Hatchet, saw, knives and sharpening stone.
He's been on a course,
So of course,
He's going to teach me too.
So for a romantic day,
Well what can I say?
What else would you have us do?
We saw and we hack and we whittle,
Until our time is up, far too soon,
And life must get back on track,
But we haven't yet,
Finished carving our spoons!.
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.
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Thursday, 2 April 2015
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