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.
Sunday, 11 October 2015
Sensual
Warm water envelops me,
Swaddled in a womb.
Pressure welcome against my eardrums.
Sounds pleasantly muted.
Floating in a cosseted embrace.
All upsets forgotten.
Just bathing.
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