A bright optimistic day,
Sunny and mild.
Our farm and farmhouse are tidy,
Relatively.
The kitchen is full of good smells,
Farm raised and homemade:
Chicken a la Jamie Oliver,
In our own milk,
That is the main ingredient for the ice-cream,
Along with our eggs,
Baked home-grown spuds with soft centres and crisp skins,
Silver beet the greens.
Raspberries and meringue add to dessert.
Cordial of elderflower and sparkling currant wine.
We have guests,
Who do the rounds of the animals and the gardens.
And enjoy lunch.
Conversation is genial.
It is pleasant sometimes,
To show off.
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.
Showing posts with label fresh food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fresh food. Show all posts
Sunday, 22 March 2015
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Feeding Children
Provide farm fresh:
Milk straight from the cow,
Chops and sausages from our sheep and pigs.
Clean clear water straight from heaven.
But,
Garden fresh vegetables,
Zucchini,
Broccoli,
Tomatoes,
Beans,
and all you hear is,
"Yucky!"
"Do I have to eat it to get dessert?"
" Disgusting you know we hate...".
....just about anything green, remotely spicy or with any flavour at all.
The disappointment of feeding children.
Milk straight from the cow,
Chops and sausages from our sheep and pigs.
Clean clear water straight from heaven.
But,
Garden fresh vegetables,
Zucchini,
Broccoli,
Tomatoes,
Beans,
and all you hear is,
"Yucky!"
"Do I have to eat it to get dessert?"
" Disgusting you know we hate...".
....just about anything green, remotely spicy or with any flavour at all.
The disappointment of feeding children.
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