My Homesteading Dream Day

Arise to a halo of blue.
Grey's passed away.
Grass green.
No jumper.
Sunscreen and squinting.
Slasher on tractor.
Poddy lambs gambling on the lawn.
Kids on ponies,
Or in sandpit,
Or on the fort.
Fresh farm egg omelette,
With home-made cheese,
Many thanks to the Jersey.
Sour dough bread with butter.
Golden daffodils.
My cup runneth over,
With fresh made kefir.
 

Optimism of a sunny day.

Potential,
Not yet realised but...
In your mind's eye you can see it.
You dampen down the doubts.
Tramp them with possible contingencies.
It seems to be the sunshine,
After an extended period of grey.
That brings on the dreams.

Don't go willingly into the fading of the light.

Rage against the dying of the light.
Ignore the aches and creaks of bones.
Look out into each new day,
As if newly minted and full of possibility.
Reflect only on the lessons,
That past hardships have taught you.
And offer the knowledge of your experience.
Wear your wounds and scars like badges of honour.
Seek the companionship of those,
Who eagerly embrace the wonders,
Saved for us who still live.