Heart in my throat
Have I remembered
Everything?
All the animals fed?
The chooks water?
In this heat they go through so much.
I hope the sheep have enough.
It'll take ages if I have to fill their trough too.
Is that going to be enough food for the guinea pigs?
Piglets will be right they've got heaps.
Sorry doggies,
Can't let you off the chain today.
Don't look at me like that Opal.
No time for apples.
It's already eight and I haven't packed.
Just toss in a frock and a change of undies.
Toilet bag.
Thongs will be ok.
Better take a cardi.
That'll do or I will never get out of here.
Heart in my throat.
I never feel ready.
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, 26 January 2015
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