Farm Life

• Poet Poet, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2007

I can see the huge irrigation sprays, their water flying through the sunlight,
I can hear the bellowing of the big black bull outside my window,
I can smell the strage aroma of animal smells wafting from the cow yard,
I can taste the buttery goodness of nan's latest sponge, sandwiched with cream,
I can feel the softness of my huge, cosy bed,
I can see the golden bundles of dry grass rolled for winter food,
I can hear the warble of the magpies in the cypresses beside the house,
I can smell the cool freshness of country air, far from any town,
I can taste the starchy goodness of my Pa's freshly dug potatoes,
I can feel the tears on my cheek as we head down the track and back to city life.