Homework w/e 20/6/16 - SHARED UNDERSTANDING
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 9:46 am
SHARED UNDERSTANDING ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
When rain drownpours from out the sky some faces crack a grin,
whilst others furrow with a frown to hear the awful din
of rain cascading on the roof, and gutters overflowing,
to city folks it's water wet - they have no way of knowing
that to farmers it's the lifeblood of their whole community
guaranteed to raise a smile within the farm fraternity.
On city streets the brawling of a sparrow's barely heard
'bove the tyre's hiss on rain slick streets - wipers on windscreens blurred.
Umbrellas, like a field of mushrooms reach up to the sky,
though one has to doubt their benefit at keeping people dry.
The farmer more than likely's out there standing in the wet
with arms upraised - "Don't stop now Hughie mate - you ain't done yet."
A simple thing like 'weather' some would see defining nothing
and oft' times farmers get the feel the weather Gods are bluffing
when the clouds deliver nothing and the weeks stretch into years
without rain; nothing is growing, and stock loss adds to their fears.
The torn fabrics of society then suddenly start to show
and the gap begins to narrow - and the cities start to know
why, when rain drownpours from out the sky the farmer wears a grin
for the rain's the lifeblood of this land - the source of everything.
When rain drownpours from out the sky some faces crack a grin,
whilst others furrow with a frown to hear the awful din
of rain cascading on the roof, and gutters overflowing,
to city folks it's water wet - they have no way of knowing
that to farmers it's the lifeblood of their whole community
guaranteed to raise a smile within the farm fraternity.
On city streets the brawling of a sparrow's barely heard
'bove the tyre's hiss on rain slick streets - wipers on windscreens blurred.
Umbrellas, like a field of mushrooms reach up to the sky,
though one has to doubt their benefit at keeping people dry.
The farmer more than likely's out there standing in the wet
with arms upraised - "Don't stop now Hughie mate - you ain't done yet."
A simple thing like 'weather' some would see defining nothing
and oft' times farmers get the feel the weather Gods are bluffing
when the clouds deliver nothing and the weeks stretch into years
without rain; nothing is growing, and stock loss adds to their fears.
The torn fabrics of society then suddenly start to show
and the gap begins to narrow - and the cities start to know
why, when rain drownpours from out the sky the farmer wears a grin
for the rain's the lifeblood of this land - the source of everything.
