Down by the river
three boys barefoot looking for fish, frogs, and yabbie claws We marvel at the shallows, green and weedy, banks covered with reeds willows flowing with leaves poplars tall and shimmering, the littlest boy is crouching on a rock watching water bugs he sees me watching him and grins, It’s a mud pie heaven a place to sit watch rocks sink, forgotten fence posts stick up like rusty thumbs dragonflies land on them we notice tiny blue moths, flies and native bees. Three boys rivering, above them galahs flying, their mother revelling in watery reflection, thinking, we seem to come on the days we most need it.
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26/4/2021 04:54:56 pm
Life with young children are so precious and seeing the world through their eyes is absolutely magical. I remember these years so fondly. You have been blessed with three boys! They will be enormous help on the farm and probably already keen little helpers. I feel really fortunate to have two boys given my situation. They are strong and capable to help me with the yard, wood stacking and trailer loads. Although, it seems males are terribly out of favour these days and this worries me and hurts my heart as a mother of only boys.
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ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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