For the NaPoWriMo prompt.
Bliss
There are so many places to sit here,
where trees blow green-feathered,
and meadows stretch at either hand,
rolling down to the banks of the stream.
I can sit in the porch out of the spring breeze
and listen to birdsong known and unknown,
pick out the soloists from the chorus,
as they arrive one by one.
There is a soft warm stone to sit on
beneath the mimosa tree,
canopied by gales of bee-song, and another,
beneath the hornbeam shade for hot afternoons.
I sit, am sitting, would sit forever,
where running water makes spring thunderous,
where summer sun is broken into harmless dapples,
gently crooning with warbler music.
The stream runs on, and I rise to follow;
the removal man needs to take this chair.
I read your poem, Jane, and knew exactly what you mean. I am dreading having to leave our little idyll, but I know that it will happen – the last move for us. I know those trees that ‘blow green-feathered’ and the ‘birdsong known and unknown’, the ‘gales of bee-song’ and a variety of trees. How does anyone leave that behind? I suppose it depends on where you’re moving to.
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I don’t know, Kim. But being totally dependent on a car scares me. Dependent on bottled gas for cooking, wood for heating, it’s not for wimps like me. If anything happened to husband I’d be in real trouble. We don’t know where we’d move to since the children aren’t fixed anywhere in particular, but only one of them actually likes the south. I am not going to live in the frozen north, that’s for sure!
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Same here, Jane.
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a wonderful throne to sit up and ponder the world and the landscape
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It’s the perfect seat for that, but the physical constraints of living out here will eventually get too much.
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It’s a daunting decision to have to make..
Why do we grow so weak as we grow older. I fell yesterday and hubby was in the garden… He couldn’t hear me call. I was okay …for now I can walk everywhere. I know that won’t last forever. 💜💜
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For me it’s several things, I can’t drive, and the super/fresh markets are 6/8kms away, I can’t chop up wood for the stove in winter and that’s the only heating there is, and we cook using bottled gas, which I can’t even shift. Too heavy, If husband had an accident, I’d be buggered too!
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I know it’s a bugger isn’t it … I can drive but the day will come when I can’t 😱
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The stupid thing is, I have a driving licence, but we never had a car until recently, and I realised I’d forgotten all the reflexes. And it’s not like swimming or riding a bike, they don’t come back!
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Driving can be a nightmare if you’ve not driven for ages you’ll need a refresher! 💜
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I hated learning to drive so much I refuse to go through it again. I just don’t understand cars. And I think they sense my fear 🙂
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Lol they will!!! 🤗
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🙂
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💜
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Definitely an ending that takes one by surprise!
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It’s a moment I’m determined not to think about. It’s not imminent anyway, so…
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But perhaps not right away…(K)
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We’ll put it off as long as possible.
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It’s hard getting old.
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Anyone who claims that old age is liberating either has a lot of money or very good health or both. Or maybe they just had a miserable younger life.
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It’s nice to be retired. That’s the one advantage I can see.
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