Circling back
We've made full circle
travelled the wide road
I have seen once more the wide-spread fields of wheat
shorter, here in Australia, than those I knew
cream-yellow ripe
rolling hillsides dotted with clumps of trees
like massive flowers, golden in the sun
dark stems patterning the sky.
This is my first sight of harvest readiness
since I left the prairie fifty-five years ago
the scene so different
yet familiar, all nostalgia.
posted by Fran @ 2:49 PM
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Dear Lois each of us must be what we must be
I am a child of a wandering clan
only one generation in any one place
sailors and travelers all
You have a house beside the sea
the house where I grew up is long plowed under
I have not lived on a continuing basis in any one place, perhaps that I was a stranger to the mountain country made it easy to leave it. I was married for many years to a man who left Australia as a child and Jim went to sea at eighteen. My roots have had to be in family, friends and colleagues rather than place. I have sometimes envied those who do know the names of trees and each plant in the garden. I know I loved seeing the fields of harvest. Love, Fran (and if I did not travel I might not have met you and Heather, and how sorry that would make me now)
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