It's the beating heart.
Not racing so much these days.
Ever evolving.
Has become the Butcher, Newsagency, Fruit Barn, Bank,
And recently Post Office.
It stands almost alone.
The blank faces of the closed businesses look on,
Display windows of dust and dead blowies.
The bustling activity inside is a welcome sign of life.
Shoppers and staff welcome each other with genuine interest and affection
Service is paramount.
The stock on the shelves reflects individuals' tastes:
Colgate, Heinz, Chum and Pecks Anchovite.
And decreases at the same rate as the population.
To shop here is to embrace your community.
Yet there are those,
Feigning poverty,
Who empty their petrol tanks to get to Aldi.
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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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Friday, 30 January 2015
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