We can look a real friend in the eye.
They know that we are in earnest when we speak,
And accept our quirks,
Even if they do not always like or understand them.
They will try hard not to manipulate us.
And will stand by us when we are scorned by others.
They understand that,
Our motivations may be self absorbed,
But we are not malicious.
Real friends are gentle,
When we are fragile.
They speak clearly and concisely,
And try not to use confusing body language.
When we waffle on,
They remind us respectfully.
They don't roll their eyes and feign interest.
They try never to leave us confused.
Aspies are loyal and true,
But we take a huge gamble,
When investing in a friend.
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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Wednesday, 22 April 2015
Tuesday, 27 January 2015
Wine and Good Company
The warm aromas greet you at the door
Caramelising flesh sweetness of fresh greens
Drop your bags and take a seat ringside
Ephervesant sparkles hit your glass
Introductory and catch up conversation
Smiles and questions
Gossip
Platter brimming
Anticipation building
Each portion seved
Toasts made
Then we dine
Conversation flows smoothly as wine
Caramelising flesh sweetness of fresh greens
Drop your bags and take a seat ringside
Ephervesant sparkles hit your glass
Introductory and catch up conversation
Smiles and questions
Gossip
Platter brimming
Anticipation building
Each portion seved
Toasts made
Then we dine
Conversation flows smoothly as wine
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