THE SIMPLE LIFE
Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 5:39 pm
THE SIMPLE LIFE
He was just a bloke with a wrap around house – some folks would call it a tent.
Inside for warmth was a pottery hearth and the wood smoke escaped from the vent
......up above in the canvas that o’er saplings wrapped
......from the lodge pole above him this part left uncapped
......to provide ventilation , avoid death when he napped
......... if the fire all oxygen had spent.
Neither you nor your mates would call his life grand, it was simple unto the extreme.
But he lived as his forefathers lived long ago - was content with his lot it would seem.
......He had soft furs for bedding, and was warmed by thick pelts.
......soft leather for footwear , and jerkins and belts.
......Fresh water from creeks freshened by the snows melt
......... and the best fishing hole ever seen.
Every day that he lived was a day filled with life and quietitude somewhat enthralling.
No flush sanitation or Blackberry phone – a fact some folks would find appalling.
......Too soon there were those who would sweep him away
......not wanting a hippy type of bloke to stay
......though harming no one, nor in anyones way
......... or suburban development stalling.
She came in her car with her clipboard in hand, sent out from the towns council chambers.
She asked had he permits or letters to say he could stay here. Did he have disclaimers?
......He shook his head and he offered her tea,
......said with her thoughts he just could not agree
......the Lord made the earth and he offered it free
......... as he’d already told the park rangers.
He told her of his life as they drank a brew, how he cherished the earth, loved the land.
His lifestyle was frugal, but healthy as well, and his time was his own – quite unplanned.
......He took not a cent from the Government’s coffers.
......He worked if he had to, if not, wasn’t bothered;
......and always he kept himself open to offers.
......... He lived like a natural man.
She sat and she listened, blue eyes opened wide as he spoke of the crisp and clear morning.
He told how Kookaburras woke up the sun, of the soft and pink clouds of the dawning.
......He told of the roos that each day came to drink
......and how small spotted chital with goats interlinked,
......two species together both working in cinque.
......... His morning parade never boring.
So next time that you drive down the dirt road near town and you go past the wrap around house.
You shouldn’t be too surprised to know that the hippy bloke now has a spouse.
......Together each morning they sit and they see
......how all animals live in sweet harmony
......and it is as natural as natural can be
......... and I reckon it sounds pretty grouse.
Maureen Clifford 03/11
He was just a bloke with a wrap around house – some folks would call it a tent.
Inside for warmth was a pottery hearth and the wood smoke escaped from the vent
......up above in the canvas that o’er saplings wrapped
......from the lodge pole above him this part left uncapped
......to provide ventilation , avoid death when he napped
......... if the fire all oxygen had spent.
Neither you nor your mates would call his life grand, it was simple unto the extreme.
But he lived as his forefathers lived long ago - was content with his lot it would seem.
......He had soft furs for bedding, and was warmed by thick pelts.
......soft leather for footwear , and jerkins and belts.
......Fresh water from creeks freshened by the snows melt
......... and the best fishing hole ever seen.
Every day that he lived was a day filled with life and quietitude somewhat enthralling.
No flush sanitation or Blackberry phone – a fact some folks would find appalling.
......Too soon there were those who would sweep him away
......not wanting a hippy type of bloke to stay
......though harming no one, nor in anyones way
......... or suburban development stalling.
She came in her car with her clipboard in hand, sent out from the towns council chambers.
She asked had he permits or letters to say he could stay here. Did he have disclaimers?
......He shook his head and he offered her tea,
......said with her thoughts he just could not agree
......the Lord made the earth and he offered it free
......... as he’d already told the park rangers.
He told her of his life as they drank a brew, how he cherished the earth, loved the land.
His lifestyle was frugal, but healthy as well, and his time was his own – quite unplanned.
......He took not a cent from the Government’s coffers.
......He worked if he had to, if not, wasn’t bothered;
......and always he kept himself open to offers.
......... He lived like a natural man.
She sat and she listened, blue eyes opened wide as he spoke of the crisp and clear morning.
He told how Kookaburras woke up the sun, of the soft and pink clouds of the dawning.
......He told of the roos that each day came to drink
......and how small spotted chital with goats interlinked,
......two species together both working in cinque.
......... His morning parade never boring.
So next time that you drive down the dirt road near town and you go past the wrap around house.
You shouldn’t be too surprised to know that the hippy bloke now has a spouse.
......Together each morning they sit and they see
......how all animals live in sweet harmony
......and it is as natural as natural can be
......... and I reckon it sounds pretty grouse.
Maureen Clifford 03/11
But I am very happy you liked the effect.
