A farm house on 500 acres
all to ourselves
surrounded by steep hills,
grazing sheep,
and a river.
We climbed those hills
and from the top
could see a horizon of ocean,
and feel gale force winds.
Up there, an eagle swooped us.
It was wild.
We laughed nervously
wondering if he meant it.
Fished for yabbies in a dam
there were none,
so we lay in the sun watching clouds
and kissing.
When night fell
the sky was so clear
and so intoxicatingly
full of stars,
we took our cushions onto the deck
and lay on our backs
counting meteorites.
When it got too cold
we went inside
and lit a fire.
We played cards
and drank vodka
We ate at the pub
and drank red wine
We lay in bed and read books.
We laughed
we cried
we stressed out
we recovered.
On the way home
we walked thru a rainforest
and drank from its river.
You could taste the rocks
and the mosses and the
beautiful life force.
The tree ferns
were like trees
with big hairy trunks
like a mammoths’ leg.
We walked all the way
to Mariners falls
and got drunk
on the negative ions.
Home was happy to see us
when we arrived
and her greeting was warm
as we came thru the door.
Soon we were unpacked,
washing done
and ready for the grind…
the daze of holiday euphoria
radiating in our smiles.
bpbpersonals
Nice memoir.
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