I count eight hundred and fifty seven,
The number of bends in the road,
The long and winding road,
To your door.
I pass two National Parks
Errinundra and Snowy River,
And two scenic reserves,
Martins Ck and The Gap,
On the long and winding road,
To your door.
Two hamlets,
Goongerah and Bendoc,
And two locations,
Martin and Sardine creeks.
Rise a thousand metres in elevation,
Snow flakes gently descend like feathers.
Pass three animal carcasses,
Possum, wallaby and wombat,
Narrowly avoid creating another- kangaroo,
Two rock falls,
A giant boulder straddles the median strip,
Of the long and winding road,
To your door.
I listen to, then lose three radio station signals,
All 'Aunty',
Radio National and ABC Gippsland,
Drink one five hundred ml bottle of water,
"Yuck!" Town water,
And eat one gluten free nut bar,
Dropping honey covered crumbs,
As I drive the long and winding road,
To your door.
Several times I angonised about something I said,
And regretted,
But mainly my thoughts flew to you,
And our snug warm bed,
As I returned home,
Along the long and winding road,
To our door.
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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Monday, 27 July 2015
Thursday, 19 March 2015
"A Lifestyle choice"
I am making a life style choice.
I live where I love,
At home.
May everybody on this planet have the freedom to make their own lifestyle choice,
And live...
At home.
(Wherever that may be.)
I live where I love,
At home.
May everybody on this planet have the freedom to make their own lifestyle choice,
And live...
At home.
(Wherever that may be.)
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