They are many loves in this life
things, people, and whatever we choose
but for me, it's something special
that brings peace that does soothe
To be in the state of solitude
this is sheet bliss forever sure
no pressure of any kind at all
makes my thoughts feel so pure
Solitude takes away all stress
my every fibre feels like new
every muscle sounds much stronger
brings colour like delightful sky blue
In the middle of the night
being not able to get sleep
there you find real solitude
you alone everybody else asleep
Every little sound seems so close
where darkness looms one cannot see
but the ears pick up hearing all
causing the mind to be set free
(" I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude" - Henty David Thoreau) (1917-1862)
Categories:
henty, love, self, solitude,
Form: Rhyme
All dressed in matching shirts, belt buckles and ties,
The big black boots made from leather,
And their pride and joy, sitting upon their head,
With the biggest brim, leather strap and a feather.
There’s headers and tractors, sprayers and drills,
Harvesters, loaders, and ploughs,
And the thousands of farmers, from this region,
All walk around and casually browse,
This new equipment for barley, sugar, or wheat
For fields of canola or fruit,
And a special buy is the new dog box, that simply sits,
Right on the back of their ute.
This is the site where farmers meet once a year,
Wheeling and dealing a rural parlay,
The hundred hectare paddock, transformed into,
The Henty Farm Machinery Field day.
Categories:
henty, community, farm, today,
Form: Quatrain