This is a poem I had written sometime back and it is about the daily, working, life of a drover/shepherd and his dog. I am sure there are times when the simple routine would be more appealing than the frenetic life many of us lead.
Noun – A drover is someone whose job or occupation is to make sheep or cattle move from one place to another in groups.
He sits before the flickering fire
The drover with his trusty dog
Under the endless, starlit night
Stealing warmth from blackened logs
His work-worn hardened hands
Labour tirelessly from dawn to dusk
Herding his flock over rocks and land
To earn his meagre, daily crust
The sheep, they know his unspoken commands
And his faithful companion’s bark
Their aimless, bodies huddle or move
And graze from morn till dark
Day is done when he settles down
Neath the stars and the hound who parks
His weary body upon the ground
And beside the wind swept sparks
Gazing up at the velvet expanse
This man of simple needs
Savours silence over the darkened land
With blessed contentment indeed
(C) Wendy Robinson September 2015 All Rights Reserved
Disclaimer: My thanks go to the various photographers for these shots of the drover and the working dogs.
This is dedicated to two of my friends who are going through tough times and also for all those who need encouragement. For JC and JF: Please remember: Your heart is big and your spirit is even bigger.
When the chips are down and you’re feeling low
When the tide turns and you’re being towed
When the world is against you and your spirit burns
When you hit rock bottom and there’s nowhere to turn
A Valentine Day’s Post: This is in special honour of J & A and all those who fear the courtship ritual of making the first move. It took J ten years (yes, you’ve read it correctly) before he plucked up the courage to even ask the beautiful A out.
I personally found it endearing and touching that it took J (who sang bass in the same choir as A) so long to pluck up the courage to ask her for a date.
I managed to track down JR, the daughter of J & A and sent her a copy of my poem. She recently viewed the poem and listened to Kyle’s song. This is what she said: Many thanks for your beautiful, generous letter and poem. Congratulations on your blog, and Kyle’s song is lovely. It is touching to know that other people still remember Mum & Dad fondly.
We tend to say less when we need to say more
Talk about the mundane until it starts to bore
All that is hidden, all that’s left unsaid
The latency hides heartache, the fear, the dread
The weather then becomes the discussion du jour
Or the latest travel plans where it’s safe and secure
Our hearts in the meantime beat onwards regardless
Hiding unseen heartache and unfathomable stress
Do we bite the bullet, say all that’s in the heart
How do we find the strength, when do we start
Perhaps today, maybe tomorrow, or could it be never
One has to make the first move before a line is severed.
(C) Wendy Robinson All rights reserved
I learned that courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid but he who conquers that fear. ~ Nelson Mandela
I wrote this poem back in May 2015. It is to honour those who face the streets on a daily basis.
According to Homelessness Australia, over 105,000 people experience homelessness every single day/night in Australia and the major cause of homelessness is family and domestic violence, followed closely by financial difficulties.
Homelessness Week in Australia, which raises awareness of all those who experience this plight, was held between 1 to 7 August this year.
Sometimes things happen that makes no sense at all, you ask yourself how can another person wilfully hurt another. It is more a statement of disbelief than a question.
All we can hope for is that our collective voice against the inhumanity of the few and our universal desire to live in a compassionate filled world extinguish the fire of hatred others have spawned. Let us not forsake our humanity. ~ Dodinsky (In the Garden of Thoughts)
Disclaimer: All the above from photos have been garnered from the internet. My thanks go to the respective photographers.