Come Away with Me

Oberon Plateau

I’d been to the the country
where nature’s landscape
richly sprawl with awe!

There verdant hills
were coming down the slopes;
and green meadows said hello
to the valley down below.

The glen heard voices
from a nearby plateau
herds of cows and sheep and mountain goats
foraging grasses and chewing their cuds
forever going and never stopping
from daylight to twilight;
a never ending task.

There mountains also climbed to glory
joyful of white clouds
descending from the skies;
Kissing the mountain peaks tenderly,
their wholesome escape from the blue.

The rocks were bold, big and strong
Frontier of tempests and storms
They held firm the trees down to their roots
Where all the birds took shelter and rest;
Undeterred from a lightning thrust.

On the summit, its scale did pave a way
where I viewed the radiant jasper sea
dazzling with treasures from afar.
I saw the gentle waves softly rushed ashore
as cool mountain fair breeze
shook my  childhood  memories
from home far away.

Come away with me.
Let’s slip away to that country
to a new existence:
simple but meaningful;
where nature is calm
and sense of belonging is strong.

Let’s look at the moon and the stars
who can tell us great stories
of some happy places
such as a river meeting
the sea at the gate
while the lark listens
to the ocean at our doorstep.

At a slower pace
in resplendent steps.
A simple life can be,
with a thankful heart is, free.
Come away with me
To that country far away.

@lcd, australia
14 April 2011

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Life in the Bush

Originally posted in May 26, 2009 from a defunct blog, Australia: Quadrat in Focus – this is my pictorial memoir taken during my brief Summer holiday over at Wilson’s farm, Clifton Grove, Orange, New South Wales.

Visible from Ophir Road

Donned in robe on a chilly breaking of dawn, I sneaked out from my room, while everybody was still asleep. Here I watched in silence as the day slowly came forth from darkness. I savored the country’s stillness to find solitude, feeling at peace with my soul. This is a Hay Farm for animal stock feeds.

When sunrise finally burst out from the east, the clouds formed a prismatic filter for the light to diffuse in the sky.

The beams were gladly received by the clouds. And darkness paved way for the light to prevail. Soft cool breeze was next to loveliness and kissed my grateful spirit; its own expression of gratitude that someone like me would rise up to watch the sky from dawn to light.

A Country Practice – the view of a country farm.

I bleat to call their attention. They turned around, bleat back and stood still for this pose.

I am truly grateful to the Wilson’s Family for having me in their rural property in Orange. This is to show you Marilyn and Peter and family how much I thoroughly enjoyed my stay with you there. It was a pleasure to see Phillip, the grandchildren and Sharon. I am very blessed knowing you. I love you all. Thanks for looking after me and providing me a memorable experience. Godspeed!~lcd.