Dear Lord,
I give thanks on this cool evening,
For the simple practicality,
Of my Hot Water Bottle.
For the manufacturers, distributors,
And the small grocery store proprietors,
Who made it possible for me to procure one.
Also to the thoughtful friend who sewed a cover for said 'hottie',
And gave it as a birthday present to my husband,
Who also in kindness knowing my chilly disposition,
Passed it onto me.
May they, and particularly my husband,
Who nightly fills it with hot water,
When he brings me an Earl Grey in bed,
Feel the warmth of my blessings,
As I feel the warmth of my "hottie."
Amen
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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Sunday, 6 September 2015
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