Mary Dragon Poet Rhyme

This Woman

I have these manly hands,
Not pretty, not soft. 
They hold firewood well though,
A fall from my child, They'll stop.
These hands are feeling tired, 
Once again learning the land.
In suburbia tools are accessible, 
Easy to come by and less elements to withstand.
There is home in the bush for me,
The open skies call my name.
The ease and the convenience repels me,
Leaving me in debt, emptiness and shame.
A real woman, I feel within me.
Whatever my definition is.
She uses muscle and heart, 
Holds faces, smiles and finishes with a kiss.
This woman within me,
She walks up hills and creates life,
She nurtures and toils,
Prays for seedlings to flourish in sunlight.
I forgot how sacred she was.
Her beauty, it glows from the inside.
Unable to be seen by the empty,
When in process she tends to hide.
She stews in her fire, 
Her brain hot and her hands clenched.
Ripping out the unneeded,
Hair behind her ear, sweaty, opening a beer while sitting on a bench.
What a woman she was,
Not everyone's cup of tea.
Despite all of the attempts to run,
This woman came back to me.

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the barefoot bard June 23, 2026 at 1:18 AM the barefoot bard June 23, 2026 at 1:22 AM Good day Mary "There is home in the bush for me' You can take the boy or girl out of the bush but you cant take the bush out of the boy or girl That's me and you Don't do the beer though Blessings Douglas