Country Folk
She hears the pots a’rattlin’
As she patiently waits outside
He’s usually back home around six
A farmer’s wife knows a lot about
waiting
Always something else to fix
Her day’s work done,
Her gaze now fixed upon the gate
A meandering half mile away
Lately she’s seen the dust a little
sooner
It’s been so dry these days
For forty odd years
He’s worked this farm
‘Bloody hard work”, says he, “nothing
to do with my brains”
Wasn’t always the case for her in
truth
Now the bush runs through her veins
She often worries about him though
Out there, on his own
Can’t afford a hand; that’s for sure
But as she returns from her round of
the kitchen
His frame now fills the door
“Ran into the neighbour just now…”
“Up for a yarn”
“…a little late getting back”
“But you know old Norm
“…he’ll never change”
“Always up for a chat!”
“He’s missin’ Shirl,
…couldn’t help but think…”
…couldn’t help but think…”
“He’s lookin’ a little bit thinner?”
“So look luv,
“So look luv,
Can you set him a plate…?”
“I’ve asked him around for dinner”
From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse
