Open Poetry #39 |
My Country town...Saddleworth |
PEBBLES Member
since 2006-10-30
Posts 69South Australia, Australia |
SADDLEWORTH A home in the country a quiet country town, green pastures in winter summer they are brown. Cows and sheep, babies in spring, canola, grapes and various grain, Farmers cry with a familiar ring, it’s too dry, where’s the rain? When will it end, this miserable time back and forth to the bank, count the cost, an all to often Farmers whine, parched paddocks, cold and frost. Generations of hardship and toil burnt into a permanent frown, The love of their patch of mottled soil drives them to work from sun up to sun down. Sell up and come into town, the locals plead, Leave the land scorched brown and your soul won’t bleed. City folk have an easy life haven’t done a hard days toil they don’t know heartache and strife they will never understand the love of the soil. But farmers and local folk make up the town bright starry nights, the smell of gum trees a mix of cars and shops and pastures turned brown, there is no doubt it’s the country life for me. Helen I L. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
sounds good to me Helen... |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
City folk have an easy life haven’t done a hard days toil they don’t know heartache and strife they will never understand the love of the soil. But farmers and local folk make up the town bright starry nights, the smell of gum trees a mix of cars and shops and pastures turned brown, there is no doubt it’s the country life for me. HO ha! My friend I say do neither,simply enjoy the beauty you are gifted. It is a sad life at times for the farmer,hard work and little gain but oh,my the connetion is well worth,eh?
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
reminds me of days gone by |
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