The Farmers Wife
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
By Lorna Madson Weatherboard walls and rooves of tin, Doors you cannot lock, The fence around the garden, Wouldn’t keep out the flock. Not enough water to have a lawn, Toilet’s out the back, Bathroom’s on the veranda, But this is no humble shack. It’s your average Aussie farmhouse, It’s comfortable inside, The farmer’s wife
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Pingaring
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
It can seem so isolated, so far away from it all, This place where the salmon gums grow proud and tall, But to most who live here and have done so for years, Amid the frustration, the anger and tears, To sell up and shift would be utter madness, The good times somehow override all
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His 80th year
Friday, 12 March 2010
This is the first of my Aunty Lorna’s poems, which I’ll be posting a new one up every month. To view all of them at once, use the Poetry category on the right. http://www.flickr.com/photos/eqqman/ / CC BY-NC 2.0 HIS 80TH YEAR In an old rocking chair on veranda boards, He sits and reminisces, Of days
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