My Allotment Narnia
Through the gate and into another world
Leaving my cares on the outside
Breathing in the air of my sanctuary
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
Hands deep in the soil
The rich smell filling my mind
Feeling the cold earth between my fingers
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
Talking to the chickens
Stroking their soft feathers
Listening to their curious chirps
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
Gently planting new crops
Watering them in to the ground
Whispering soft words of encouragement
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
Digging over a plot of land
Pulling out weeds to start a clean slate
Leaning on my spade for a rest
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
Drinking homemade wine around a campfire
A warm glow spreading across my cheeks
Listening to songs in the night
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
My joy, my deep breath
My allotment, my other world
A place that waits for me no matter what happens in my day
That’s where you’ll find me,
When life feels hard to bear.
Copyright © Fran Slimon | Year Posted 2014
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