When my mind sways towards the morbid ...

Well, this is my last day (again!) of blogging until 16th August. This time for a REAL vacation. I don't have to work for two weeks! YAY!
So I'm going to leave you with a poem, which was actually inspired by a book, written by a fellow blogger of ours, Karen Gowen. It's called Farm Girl (the book, not my poem). 
Now I say inspired, not based on. Do not get these words confused :o) My mind can sway towards the morbid quite often, and in this case it has.

This could probably do with a little tweaking, but here you are anyway ...

As the fire burns, so does hate

Daddy’s children run through the open gate

The sun is hot and the grass is dry

Mummy cries as crops begin to die

The drought has lasted many months

And the carving tools have grown quite blunt

The baby cries – it tries to breathe

The mother sighs – she tries to weave

Father kills their last little lamb

And collects dirty water from the dried up dam

He prays to the heavens for it to rain

Prays for a savior to wash away their pain

They can no longer live on water and bread

Pretty soon he thinks they’ll all be dead

They huddle together on their collapsing porch

Waiting for the flames to burn and scorch

Believe in miracles, Daddy does not

Behind the pickles, he finds his last shot

To save his family – thier lives he must claim

And believe life must end, to begin again

On shot. Two shots. Three shots. Four?

He pokes his head through the fly wire door

His family lie dead on the crackling lawn

Begging for their souls to be reborn

As the fire burns, so does hate
He listens to it roar, past the open gate
The flames are hot, and his mouth is dry
The time has come
for the last
seed
to
die

Check back on the 16th August. I've got a really awesome surprise for you all during that week, and believe me, you won't want to miss it! ;o)

Happy Holidays!