Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Old Place Comments

Rating: 2.9

SO the last day’s come at last, the close of my fifteen year—
The end of the hope, an’ the struggles, an’ messes I’ve put in here.
All of the shearings over, the final mustering done,—
Eleven hundred an’ fifty for the incoming man, near on.


Blanche Edith Baughan
MIkeH 31 March 2020

This is a favourite, and I imagine an experience shared by many NZ farmers, particularly after WW1 when the farms given to them as returned servicemen turned out to be cobalt deficient and unproductive. Tough people...

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Mahtab Bangalee 05 March 2020

The Poor Place The Old Place leave, leave the place cause it broken the pure heart which is dedicated for the Holy Spirit so leave the old poor place for the real life! mystical writing

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