Summer heat; 40⁰C and bodies melting!
Toiling all day; no lunch and only the water bottles we each carried
Mother was ill and downtown seeing the doc
Younger kids chasing sheep and jumping in bales, trying to keep out of the way
Lots to do in the bush, for kids, and for us adults
Digging holes for new posts; ground like concrete after a long and dry season
Replacing old fencing, a necessary evil; now metal posts and not wood
“Kids, stay away from the wire!” They won’t be told!
Screams as the smallest falls and is caught up in the barbs
I think I’ve left it to long before I read it as the text has now vanished and I’m left with just the picture!
But having read everyone else’s comments I’m desperate to know what the last line was….. 😘😘
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Screams as the smallest falls and is caught up in the barbs.
See! ! I respond! Xx
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Ouch! This is great, you drew me right into the moment, I could see the kids playing, the adults working and sweating, and the chidren that won’t be told.
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Oh that stings… hopefully nothing worse than a flesh-wound
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Hot no wonder mother is ill. Kids will rarely be told. I enjoyed your different take on barbed wire
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Ouch, kind of a prickly end there wasn’t it? lol good job. Was unexpected.
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Oh oh oh! Love the writing for the picture it conjured up, until I reached the last line. I had to erase my imagination!
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Sorry! Shock jock! 🙂
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Barbed wire…a punchy close to a deceptively simple poem! Nice work, Trish! ❤
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Yeah, I just want to write something each time. It isn’t always going to be clever! 🙂 xx
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