I signed up all excited
Higher education beckoned
But now I’m feeling somewhat mitred
My wings are clipped
I am not soaring
My shoulders bowed and head is dipping
Immersed in writing
and in referencing.
I do not care just where periods go
Does it really matter if I misplace a comma too
In the reference list so long and dreary
It’s Saturday night, the footy’s on
And I am editing and will be for so long.
The week already feels
About 10 days long
I’ve phoned, I’ve visited
I’ve taught some classes
I searched some bags
And hunted in bushes
I’ve pushed and pulled
And been creative
I’ve met and discussed
And greeted with grins
Rendered first aid
Planned and prepped
Issued multiple detentions
I’ve run a club
And cleanned up as well
I’ve done two hours of study
I’ve issued stern warnings
And outlined the benefits of praise
I’ve roared and thanked
It’s been such a long week already
Weary eyes ready for bed
I checked the day
It’s still Monday!
A child cries out for love
In different ways
They rest a sad, tear stained face upon
A caring nearyby adult.
The lucky child
Sees all theses things
And knows what comfort a hug brings
They know the right way to call out
A cry for help is answers,
A not quite so lucky child
Might end up
Under Government protection
But there are still more lonesome souls
Deprived of love or even attention
These children do not fall through cracks
They are not even noticable on the sidewalk
These children might have some food and a bed
But not the slightest bit of attention.
How does a child go unnoticed
In a house filled with others.
How does a child go unnoticed
A week long lost and homeless
Fog shrouds the low lying ground,
Clouds unsuccessfully hide the sun,
Brilliant red gold lining, hints at the day just begun.
My nose feels like an ice brick
My fingers seem to creak
My toes could freeze a lunatic
It’s feeling a mite bit cold here
The heat just seems to leak
Straight out through the timber floorboards
To the breeze blowing beneath
My house is built for summer
Large windows open wide
And the crawl space under the floorboards
Is big enough in which to hide
The walls are made of timber
Thin skinned and clad throughout
So on a cold and breezy winter’s night
It’s time to just plain shiver
I’m feeling a mite bit cold here
In this 12 degree C weather 🙂
I’ve started back at uni
A masters to complete
I could be rather busy
Course deadlines now to meet
This means I won’t be writing
Quite as much as up to now.
I confess the days are all as one
And I no longer know what day I am on.
I have been not quite so as good
Imbiling in some anti-imflamatory red wine.
A slice of cake, my daughter made
A smigen of that caramel sauce
A slither of a tartlet
So I didn’t make the time line
But here’s the thing
I am not stressed
I can choose the day of the test
I just delay a few more days.
People love their granites
And marble countertops
They ooh and ah right over
The pretty coloured rocks.
Get more than they deserve
They’re hard and they tessalate
It’s more than I can bear.
It’s the humble sandstone
With layers of darker sand
That capture my attention
Sedimentary I stand.
This rock is soft and erodes
Quite easily you see
But the bedding planes and contours
Always inspire me.
The colours are more earthy
Muted and clear to see
I love the humble sandstone
Not the sparkly.
My mother was a legend
She did not get distracted
She researched all the families
And created the family tree.
When she was sick and dying
She got a promise from thee
To keep on researching
The rather large family tree,
Some years have past
And time has wasted
No researching have I done
However some elder branches
Have fallen off the family tree
My aim right now is updating
The deaths, births and weddings
So at least when I start researching
I’ll have an updated family tree.
Holidays are over
This is my favourite time of year
The nights are built for snuggling
The days for glorious sun.
The sun is warm yet does not burn
The skies are satisfyingly blue
Clouds rarely mar the air
And rain is never near.
I live outdoors after 9am
I ride and walk and kayak
Anything I can do to explore
The world in which I live in.
Today we road a railway track
And found ourselves in a tunnel
A cool wind blew through the curve
The ground was damp and dark
Not one bit of it, you could see
Notices announced a bat colony
Roosting above the high curved ceiling
There was nought to do but keep peddling
Dory’s song inside my head
Next time I will bring a lamp
Just so I can see what horrors I rode on.
Monday I am back at work
To long for sunshine out the windows
I wonder how many outside classes
I can get my maths students to go on!