With the heat turned up, the days dream by
Under endless cloudless
sky…
One’s busy mantra
falls asleep;
The urge to meditate
is deep.
Faced now with
surplus end-year sales
And all the trauma
this entails
It seems a good time
to take stock
And consider what we’ve
got!
The urge to buy more “stuff” isn’t there
I am not tempted; should
I care?
But Nature’s haunting
beauty thrills
Up in Adelaide’s cool
hills!
Farmers here are
over-wrought
Dramatic floods make
them distraught;
Across the board they
count the cost
As carefully tended
crops are lost.
So, meeting friends
for “Morning Tea”
In the suburbs seems
to me
A pleasant interlude
for some;
Who cares if nothing
else gets done?
(c) Poet in the woods 2024
A typical Australian Morning Tea - with cakes and pastries!
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