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Favourite things

Photo: Somewhere near Oberon

This photo has three of my favourite things -- a haystack, a fence and grass seed swaying in the wind -- perfect.

It is such pleasure to stop and savour the moment instead of whizzing by saying isn't the countryside pretty today. The photo, the blog post -- a snapshot in time to be relived at will -- a treasure bank to call on when live gets too busy, like it is for me right now.

Today's musing is a favourite poem of mine about favourite things. I learnt it by heart the other day during my daily crawl to the city in heavy traffic. I am learning lots of poems -- it makes the time pass more pleasurably.

Musing:
William Street by Kenneth Slessor
"The red globe of light, the liquor green,
the pulsing arrows and the running fire
spilt on the stones, go deeper than a stream;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely

Ghosts' trousers, like the dangle of hung men,
in pawn-shop windows, bumping knee by knee,
but none inside to suffer or condemn;
You find this ugly, I find it lovely.

Smells rich and rasping, smoke and fat and fish
and puffs of paraffin that crimp the nose,
of grease that blesses onions with a hiss;
You find it ugly, I find it lovely.

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