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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365885" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Barn at Willoughby's Farm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have this recurring nightmare where<br>I'm wandering round a farm, <br>It's out in the middle of nowhere, just<br>A milking shed and a barn, <br>An ancient tractor sits by the house<br>But the blinds are pulled and drawn, <br>And it seems that the farmer left this place<br>Before Jacinth was born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ever I see her stand and wave<br>As she climbed aboard the bus, <br>Off for a life of adventure, not<br>Stuck here, like one of us, <br>She'd always wanted the country life<br>Away from the city's swell, <br>The day that she waved goodbye to us<br>Was my first real glimpse of hell! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Once I've settled, I'll write, ' she said, <br>‘Or else, there's always the phone; <br>I'll try to ring on a Friday night<br>When I'll catch you all at home! '<br>But she didn't ring, and she didn't write<br>And a month went by so soon, <br>She'd left in the middle of March, at night, <br>And then it was almost June! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called on out to the agency<br>The office was next to the zoo, <br>She said they'd found her a pretty farm<br>That wanted a Jillaroo, <br>She'd cook and clean for the family, <br>And then work out on the farm, <br>Herding the lowing milkers in<br>To the milking shed by the barn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woman flicked through the client file<br>In a search for Jacinth's name, <br>She said, ‘That's strange, I've re-arranged<br>This file, but just the same, <br>I have no recollection of this <br>Girl, whatever she's called, <br>It could be another agency…'<br>But I thought the woman stalled! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to call at the depot where<br>The buses were parked at night, <br>I looked up the owner driver that<br>I'd seen when Jacinth took flight, <br>‘I don't remember the girl, ' he said, <br>‘But March was a fair way back, <br>She probably went to Willoughby's Farm<br>On the Strzelecki track.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart sank into my boots at that, <br>I'd heard of that barren track, <br>There wasn't a working farm out there<br>Just bush and the bleak outback, <br>I packed up the old Toyota Ute<br>With a jerry can or two, <br>And headed on up to the Flinders<br>As I thought she'd want me to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hadn't seen her in Lyndhurst<br>What was left of the old ghost town, <br>I drove on up to Farina where<br>The buildings were falling down, <br>Then by the track on a tyre that sat<br>At the edge, on a pile of sand, <br>‘Five miles to Willoughby's Farm', the scrawl<br>Was writ in a shaky hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The farm was ruined and derelict, <br>The milking shed and the barn, <br>The tractor sat in a pile of rust<br>By the house of the ancient farm, <br>The roof had gone, had fallen in<br>But the barn was still intact, <br>And covered in dust by the old barn door<br>Was Jacinth's haversack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pushed the door and it opened up<br>With a creak of ages past, <br>I thought of the sweat on the farmer's brow<br>As he turned away, at the last, <br>But there in dry, brown dust of the floor<br>Was a slight but recent mound, <br>And a shovel leant by the cattle pen<br>As I fell on my knees, to the ground! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have this recurring nightmare where<br>I'm wandering round a farm, <br>It's out in the middle of nowhere, just<br>A milking shed and a barn, <br>And the tears stream in this dreadful dream<br>To remember the pain and hurt; <br>With one last look at the haversack, <br>The shovel bit into the dirt! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 August,2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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