Water was 'whiffy',
As it rose in the tub,
Showering down on me.
I was sure.
Not the toilet,
Or re fluxing laundry sink.
The tank water we drink
Woke with a dodgy tummy.
Psychosomatic perhaps.
No one else sick.
Oldest tank on the shed,
Clean, clear water.
House tank,
Clean clear water.
Carry ladder, screwdriver, stilsons and net,
Up to the header tanks on the hill.
First fully sealed,
Clean clear water.
Pipe pokes out from the second,
Gaping hole.
Familiar smell,
Death and decay.
Climb, unscrew to remove lid.
Suicidal possums.
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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Tuesday, 13 January 2015
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