The old Wirrabara Forest school in the Southern Flinders Ranges of South
Australia is commemorated by its restored fireplace and chimney. It was
one of many "one teacher schools" that dotted the "bush".
This is a personal collection of creative writing and sketching for my own use, but you are welcome as a viewer, whoever you are, provided that your access is in good will. Welcome.
The old Wirrabara Forest school in the Southern Flinders Ranges of South
Australia is commemorated by its restored fireplace and chimney. It was
one of many "one teacher schools" that dotted the "bush".
They stand alone
in vast tundra landscapes,
signposts, boundary markers,
custodians of sacred space –
as they have been for thousands of years.
And yet today
they have become popular,
perhaps cheapened –
something to make by a roadway
or on a stony beach,
sometimes to promote a function or locality.
We have two inukshuks in our front garden,
reminders of Canadian visits and friends,
but also for their historic message -
here is where we are, this is our space
and it is sacred to us.
We have had a lifelong, special interest in Canada, visiting there a number of times and accumulating wonderful Canadian friends and memories. Over several trips, we have driven the whole distance from Vancouver to Nova Scotia - something that most Canadians have not done. Sadly, age and the current global situation mean that we will not go there again.
Inukshuks met in our travels around Bruce Peninsula.
Is my muse dead?
... or perhaps
just tired,
diverted,
rather than stimulated
by the happenings of life?
Once
poetry seemed to be
everywhere
but now ...
What has changed?
Nothing really my friend.
Nothing that you
can’t overcome
if you truly want to.
Stop.
Calm yourself.
Reflect.
Look.
Listen.
Feel.
It is still there.
You will hear it speak again.
If you truly want to.
Written in some frustration from my own lack of focus and output.