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Array ( [sid] => 42404 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Farm Wife. [time] => 2004-04-08 22:07:58 [hometext] => As I live in the Australian outback, I like to write about things I've seen, this being one of them. [bodytext] => She sees the silvery stars recede
Before the questing streaks of dawn
Herald a new day.
The fiery sun glares down on the dust
Of red roads, ribboned about the hills.
Hills laced with trees long dead,
Silent and grey.

She sees the fingers of drought grip
Mercilessly, the countryside,
And feels the searing whip of heated winds.
The bushfire's flaming scourge
Among the living trees.
Hers, the strong will to survive.
To live, and in living, pass on life.

She hears the kiss
Of rain on sunbaked, thirsty earth.
And then know the bliss of running waters.
Sometimes she seeks the the fount of truth,
Buried in years, the many years
That brought her faith to harsh maturity.
And in the ever quickening pace of
Passing time.
Beats out the tempo of her daily life.

She knows so well,
Her ever present work routine;
Yet, the joy is hers of living things.
Lambs in season, fledgelings testing wings.
The call of wild birds soaring.
So envious of the eagle's flight.
Yet would not change to fly with them
In height. Even in thought.
This is her fate, a spirit that responds
To the eagle's eyrie ascent,
And turns again to kiss her chosen bonds.
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Farm Wife.

Contributed by Jillian on Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 10:07:58 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

She sees the silvery stars recede
Before the questing streaks of dawn
Herald a new day.
The fiery sun glares down on the dust
Of red roads, ribboned about the hills.
Hills laced with trees long dead,
Silent and grey.

She sees the fingers of drought grip
Mercilessly, the countryside,
And feels the searing whip of heated winds.
The bushfire's flaming scourge
Among the living trees.
Hers, the strong will to survive.
To live, and in living, pass on life.

She hears the kiss
Of rain on sunbaked, thirsty earth.
And then know the bliss of running waters.
Sometimes she seeks the the fount of truth,
Buried in years, the many years
That brought her faith to harsh maturity.
And in the ever quickening pace of
Passing time.
Beats out the tempo of her daily life.

She knows so well,
Her ever present work routine;
Yet, the joy is hers of living things.
Lambs in season, fledgelings testing wings.
The call of wild birds soaring.
So envious of the eagle's flight.
Yet would not change to fly with them
In height. Even in thought.
This is her fate, a spirit that responds
To the eagle's eyrie ascent,
And turns again to kiss her chosen bonds.

Copyright © Jillian ... [ 2004-04-08 22:07:58]
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Re: Farm Wife. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 10:31:25 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC....the best poetry site on the net....
This is a very vivid piece of writing you have here... Good imagery..hope to see lots more..
Jenni

Re: Farm Wife. (User Rating: 1 )
by silent on Thursday, 8th April 2004 @ 10:41:17 PM AEST
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That was so vivid and true, it can be and i suppose is a very hard life, but alot find it very rewarding. Beautiful images, love it.. Appreciate it so much... One of the best pieces i have read on the topic, you should be very proud of it.

Silent

Re: Farm Wife. (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 04:24:52 AM AEST
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This poem took me straight back to my home town. red soil, dry air, those beautiful constellations at night, the stillness...Strong recollective imagery, transposed with a soft write. Lovely mix - now I'm all nostalgic!

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