Lindsay Smith Poems
- Stiff Wind We stumbled often on the stubble from sunrise ...
- Sponge the chatter of children on the morning of Christ's...
- Gliding gliding spontaneously without reason or desire ...
- To My Grand Daughter At three weeks we took you out to ...
- Where Is Your Place? That day the tiny flies that are the ...
- Blue Rinse 'I am one of those people who let's life wash over...
- Rutting Aura per sepia a paradozy to acanaemics up ...
Born & educated in New Zealand. Played in Brass Bands from 9 years of age. Taught myself to play piano. Learned cello & started writing poetry seriously in HS
Qualified as a teacher in Christchurch, NZ. Studied singing with Arthur Bell. Music @ Otago Uni. Played bassoon for many years. Worked as a solo piano player in bars & restaurants. Played in pit orchestras & backed performing artists ... more »
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We stumbled often on the stubble from sunrise until dusk
grabbing fescue sheaves under each arm
standing back to the wind
to thrust the stalk butts into the earth
six, eight, ten, even twelve together
to dry out for a few days.
Periodically we raised our heads
looking out for the farm truck
& Auntie May with the stacks of
buttered scones, tomato sandwiches
mugs of hot tea with many repeats
& as many spoonfuls of honey as you like
ducking off thru the fence afterward
for a leak or a bog.
Then long back breaking days