They come in all shapes and sizes.,
The Scouts,
And the bikes.
All levels of experience pounding the bitumen.
The Scouts,
And their bikes.
Scrapes and scratches and faulty bits,
The Scouts,
And their bikes.
Some ride smoothly through the gears,
The Scouts,
And their bikes.
Some reach their destination in good order,
And some are broken by the journey,
The Scouts,
And their bikes.
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.
Showing posts with label scouts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scouts. Show all posts
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Scouting
Proud to be a Scout.
Promise and Law,
And a Gilwell Woggle.
Learning by doing.
Strong friendships,
And so much ...
Fun! Fun! Fun!
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