Marooned in Mirboo
We found a lovely block of forest, built
A muddie large and rough; big task, hard work
But very satisfying; cost us more
In time and isolation. Friends were far
Away and so were issues, art and life
Beyond the rural peace and quiet. The house
Was like a forest cave; had bats, was cool
On summer days; good place to raise the kids,
To taste the joys and woes of family life.
My job was hard at times; could feel alone
When birthing babies; sisters didn’t like
The new approaches, couldn’t give up power
To nursing mothers, went on strike and yet
We won – they had to change their tune.
Then partners came and joined the little practice.
So good to take time off each week; but then
A melanoma stirred things up; not far
Advanced, thank Gaia; made me even more
Inclined to live for now and not postpone
The goals I really wanted. Seize the day!
A wise man said. Met Gawler – what a chap!
Joined groups for peace and direct action once
Again; but folk were far far right in them
Thar hills; they weren’t our folk at all; they liked
The League of Rights, dear God! And so in time
We knew we had to move once more, to find
Those things we needed more than bricks
And mortar. Sad to leave the forest home
We’d come to love, we headed back to town.