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Maureen K Clifford
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Location: Ipswich - Paul Pisasale country and home of the Ipswich Poetry Feast


Post by Maureen K Clifford » Mon Oct 01, 2018 6:03 pm

NEW BEGINNINGS ... Maureen Clifford ©

In a bowl were white peaches, green apples, bananas,
on the dresser a vase held red roses displayed.
The small timber cottage had wisteria rambling
across the verandahs’ where small children played.
Black coffee was bubbling, you heard ironbark crackling
away in the wood stove – split red logs, well dried.
The stallion and mares were grazing near the old bridge,
she noticed sunlight reflecting on their shining hides.

This place was their sanctuary far from the city
they chosen together - a last minute change
where the air was clean and the scenery pretty
they were clearing the clutter, felt it fair exchange
for removing the stress from their lives – gaining freedom
from lifestyles where all seemed bent out of shape.
They had time to spend now drinking fresh brewed coffee
as their children played ‘neath vines laden with grape.

Summer in the city was now just a memory
the heat reflecting back from pavements and walls.
Those streets always busy with cars, trucks and buses
and tiny backyards with no room to kick balls.
Out here they had acres and acres of paddock,
four horses, two dogs, one brown calf and a lamb.
Some chickens for eggs and a pig they called Bacon
though doubtful it was that he’d ever be ham.

All was right with their world though they’d not the convenience
of movies, and swimming pools, beaches or bars,
but now they'd a free and unfettered relationship
each day with nature and at night with stars.
The kids health was better- no trace now of asthma -
and bored they were not, for they had room to play.
The fact they must drive for one hour to the corner store
they both thought was really such a small price to pay.
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I may not always succeed in making a difference, but I will go to my grave knowing I at least tried.

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Shelley Hansen
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Location: Maryborough, Queensland


Post by Shelley Hansen » Mon Oct 01, 2018 6:18 pm

Sounds perfect ... a tree change!
Shelley Hansen
Lady of Lines

"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")

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