Morris on Gay Marriage.

He is eight.
A ponderous deep thinker,
With impressive deductive powers.
And memory.
Morris is articulately blunt,
Providing intelligent commentary on his observations.
A rationalist.
Morris likes:
Reading.
Morris dislikes:
Anything scary.
Lately Morris has been quoting:
"The Man from Snowy River,"
Extracts from " How to Train a Dragon",
"The Big Bang Theory" and,
"The Minion Movie Trailer"
After listening to another comment about,
Gay Marriage,
Morris observes,
" Minions must have Gay Marriage,
Because they are all boys."

Turfer

It's a wonderful tool,
Won't use any fuel.
Just power of arm,
A must on the farm.
If you're stuck in a bog,
Just chock with a log.
Find a big tree,
And soon you'll be free.
A sling and a chain,
To take the strain.
Attach to the chassis,
Make sure it won't come free.
Put it in gear,
And pump without fear.
The turfer may be,
Older technology.
Despite all its quirks,
A turfer...
Just works.

Pacing

Society creates an expectation of pace.
High productivity,
Or the impression of such.
A dichotomy,
Those over employed,
Those underemployed.
Perhaps we need a re think
A thoughtful rather than progressive society,
Less enamored with growth and consumption.
How to be in pace,
Pacing ourselves,
Living mindfully,
Measured,
And at ease.
So no matter what life endows,
Fortune or no,
Leave space for calamity, misadventure, ugliness,
Joy, love, beauty and freedom.

Sewing Lesson

She wanted to learn.
I got out the old "Brother."
First she learned how to drive on paper.
Her trepidation at pressing the pedal,
Was palpable.
Where to put her fingers?
Then...
Clickity, clickety, stop.
Clickety, clickety, clickety ,clickety stop.
She found her rhythm.
Onto reversing,
Then turning corners.
I think filling bobbins and threading the machine,
Remain my domain,
At least for now.  
Practising on actual fabric gave her confidence,
But sewing up her first drawstring bag,
I could see in her shining face,
Gave her satisfaction.

When to let go

My little goat is sick.
We have tried this and that,
Medicine and care,
And more medicine.
Sometimes we think she rallies.
Her appetite improves.
And she gets herself up on two of her legs.
But then she goes down again.
You hear her pathetic bleats.
She is lying uncomfortably.
And she seems too weak to get up.
We prop her up on fresh hay,
With food and water close.\,
And she still has her appetite.
How long do we go on like this?
When to let go?

Simone de Beauvoir

Simone and Jean-Paul,
What a pair,
Experiments in love,
Open relationships,
Personal freedom and rights,
But responsibility...
Where?

Well not to those third parties,
Broken hearted,
Or swinging from a rope.
Love is not an experiment,
It is the overwhelming need
to share your life, your dreams...
Your hopes.

To trust another human being,
And without fear,
Be yourself,
Them themselves.
And hold them....
Most dear.

And being with them is,
Infinitely better,
Than being without them.

Pace

The pace has been very great.
Rush, rush, rush,
Coiling my spring,
Tighter and tighter.
Leaping from one task to another,
Not being systematic.
Achieving some things,
But leaving a cyclones wake.
Mono focused,
A girl on a mission.
As long as the boom,
Doesn't end in the...
Bust!