There is a place,

There is a place,

children

There is a place,

a breathing space between where the neat hedge stops
and the garden next door splays,
where the moss spreads cool and green,
where the stars wink with aged beams,
where the spruce hare relaxes and dreams,
warming her fur in the yellow-berry rays.

Let us go from this place where the shrill wind screams
down blackened roads and acrid dead ends,
clear of the coal mines and gravestone heads,
walk steadily forward, ignoring the dread,
and the clothes that are sullied and shred,
in search of that space between garden and hedge.

But the way is blurred and the path overgrown
and the memory of clear weather has strayed,
with time the burnished metal has dulled,
with time the mind needs to be oiled,
with time all the sparks have been culled,
so letโ€™s search for the children to show us the way.

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Note: This poem was inspired by Shel Silversteinโ€™s Where the Sidewalk Ends.

 

Heaven on Earth

Heaven on Earth

 

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photo by Gabrielle Bryden

We have been blessed to have Brolgas visit us recently – they are one of Australia’s largest flying birds standing about 1 metre tall and a wingspan of up to 2.4 metres. It’s a bit like watching an emu fly – which would be very strange ๐Ÿค”

Haiku:

Brolgas in the sun,

watching with admiration

the wings of angels

wine connoisseur

wine connoisseur

poetscorner

wine connoisseur

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RIP Sweet little Pippin ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

RIP Sweet little Pippin ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

Baby Pippin

Sweet mini-goat Pippin passed away last night – we got the vet out but he had a blockage in one of his stomachs and it was too late.

He will be missed by his human family and his herd (Raspberry, Benny, Billy, Merlin and Spirit) – especially Raspberry who was particularly close to little Pippin – we bought them together and bottle fed both of them ๐Ÿ˜ช

raspberry and pippin

Pippin

molly-and-co

Pippin and Merlin

Beasties

Time flies …

Time flies …

Baby Tessa

What happened to

yellow rubber duckies, floating with permanent optimism,
tough board books with simple pictures, words and chewed spines,
soft pink and white elephants and squidgy rattles,
tiny stretchy baby suits that were too small too quickly,
(stretch the clothes, not the baby laughed Mum)
nursery rhyme nurseries with stick-on stories,
musical mobiles, warm nightlights and rocking chair
soothing on sleepless nights,
pastel coloured throws, floor mats, and nappy bags
with enough supplies for a trek to Nepal,
baby slings and prams, capsules and car seats,
and choice magazine advice for new parents.

They have all disappeared, along with the babies,
replaced with children who need less scaffolding.