They say I am the caretaker
Of their far distant farm.
I look after all the cattle,
And help keep them from harm.
I fix the fences when they break,
And remove the trees that fall;
I clean the troughs as needed
So there's water for them all.
I move the stock as feed runs out;
Or, perhaps that dam runs dry;
I hate seeing bony cattle,
It could almost make me cry.
In time, the clouds will gather,
Once more will thunder sound,
And gentle rain fall steadily
On dry and thirsty ground.
Then the fields will be green again;
The grass will be knee high.
Another summer will have passed
For caretakers, such as I.
Absentee owners are just slightly uncaring
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As I read and re-read this pleasant work, I see a noble stockman. His quiet passion shows in the way he feels the rhythm of the land and in the daily commitment to his task. This is an excellent lesson on dedication.
Thanks for sharing this very enjoyable piece.
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Hello James, welcome to my ramblings. Circumstances and old age decided me that caretaking was no longer my cup of tea. I am focusing more on hobbies I have suspended for years. I do regret leaving the farm animals as I seemed to have had a special kind of relationship with them. I thank you for the supporting comments and the encouragement. I am really a retired carpenter who has a love of all stock and animals in general.
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You know
Some do not like rhyme. But this is excellent with a wonderful story behind it. And may the caretaker be always there . well done
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Regretably Bob, the caretaker has moved on. Literally.I am no longer in that situation. I am now more engaged in hobbies I have been putting off for years. I do appreciate your comments and thank you for the encouragement.
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Oh!!!. this reminded me of home.. It brought tears to my eyes and I know that may sound weird but I have not been home in so long... When I was younger me and my sister would do this for some of our church members.. We always had a great time.. And for some reason it made me feel so at peace doing all that work.. Coming in all sore from a hard days work yet you know that you did a good job and most of the time you walk in with a smile on your face.. Well I did at least.. thank you so much for writing this!!! It took me home if only for a little while..Beautifully done..
Bravo!
Jetleena
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Thank you for you delightful comment. I have been caretaking for a few years now and will stop doing it in the next few weeks. I have too many hobbies to enjoy and not enough time.
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I knew I could find something easy reading and meaningful here Bob...thanks...have been hiding of late and pleased to peruse one of yours today. Clouds are building on the horizon for us and we are setting up a game of cricket just to make sure IT DOES
You take care of those big brown eyes and yourself mate!
Linda
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Many thanks Linda, I appreciate your comments. Makes me feel like a poet. We have some rain here and the world is a litle greener for it. We are preparing to move house in about a month so the rain will be good for the next place. I shall no longer be caretaking, and will have more time for the hobbies. Whoopee!!!.
Cheers, Bob
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Very nicely written. Easy flow, rhythm. Good imagery straight from the heart. I liked it!
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Thank you Rachel and welcome to my page. I hope you enjoy reading my stuff. I had fun writing it and like to share my thoughts on whatever is the topic at the time. Cheers and best wishes, Bob
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I hope the rain falls soon!! Getting pretty dry over there I hear!!
Lovely write... and yes, absentee owners... sure is uncaring for they do not see the day to day battles.
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I write about these things now, while they are fresh in my mind. Time will give me another place to write about.
We live in a dry continent, in a dry place, yet it has a beauty of its own.Thank you for reading.
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Well done.....I imagine when that rain falls you must have a party .....Lovely soft poem detailing just how hard it must be in the Aust. country....enjoyed it..
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Rob. Ausie has every climate in the world. The dry part where we live, is just a dry place. Its normal to be like that. All in all its still beautiful. We walk out in the rain when ti comes and just enjoy its coolnesss. Thanks for you comments and I'm glad you liked the poem
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