Rutherglen

If we knew you then, would our vista be

One of tents and mines and mullock heaps

Of cross-cut saw, savanna cleared

Traversing camel, cattle and sheep all here?

 

Or further back, ‘fore ships arrived

With strangers from afar

Mountains, trees and river flows

A people sunned, of this land a part?

 

In season’s change, see broken hearts

As we witness the affray

Of black and white, and northern lands

Sons and daughters lost – to our dismay

 

Survey across the ages past

From foot to cart to rail

Motorcar on bitumen

Paddle wheel and long road-train

 

Cereals grown, produced en-masse

Pork, beef, milk, and mutton

Flooding rains and rivers

Drought lands, dry and sullen

 

Vines and wine and food galore

Families here, longstanding

Visitors who come and go

Some returning through each season

 

Tractor, header, combine, ute

Wine and pies and cars

Building’s from another time

New ventures yet to start

 

Rutherglen, our long-time home

Evolving over time

Preserved in memories passed along

Through picture, story, song and rhyme

 

Gina Schmidt 8/7/2015 – Written and recited for Arts Rutherglen 

 

Image 1: View along Autumnal grapevines

Image 2: Sun setting below a hill, silhouette of a tree in the foreground

Image 3: Wintery, showery view along a fence line, from the gate post into the paddock (field) beyond

Image 4: Canola crop in flower, blurred trees behind

Image 5: View along old timber fence posts combined with new and rusted wire, sun setting in the distance

Image 6: A young steer peering suspiciously through the mob

Image 7: Remains of a tree once living amidst a green crop, canola crop in flower behind

Image 8: Early morning sun rising, seen through the naked branches of a once living tree

Image 9: Old timber farm machinery in the grass, beneath the trees on a side road

Image 10: Old windmill and overhead tank on stand

Good Friday 2018

Blood Red
Bright Red Blooms

Blood red shines brightest – by light of day

White and clean – in the sunlight’s rays

Without the night, there is no day

Day brings hope, when night comes our way

In Sunlight's Rays
White Flowers in the Morning Sun

Darkness hides – a coverlet

In light exposed – a life well lit

A cover shifts, and slides, and slips

And light awaits – to come to grips

With all that’s hidden, oppressed and weak

 

To bring pow’r, relief, and sweet release

Light of Day
Bench shadowed beneath a tree, morning sun ready to break through

30/3/2018

Crossroads

Crossroads

 

A crossroad bringing choice

A crossroad brings confusion

A crossroad North and South

East and West or retrogression

Go back and find the safety

Of familiar path once trod

Turn off, unsure direction

Away from goal, then, I must plod

Or onward ever forward

The straight and narrow with resolve

Toward the hope, desire, intention

Of my heart, my life, my goal

 21/9/2014