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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553339" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fred Gestier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my Maternal Grandfather <br>ploughed the acreage<br>his tractor bucked and shook<br>the engine roared <br>giving him tinitis<br>his bleached hat<br>flopped impotent <br>as the confronting Sun<br>had its way<br>immolating<br>my Grandfather’s cheeks<br>with the catalyst<br>for a future legacy <br>of skin cancer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At dawn<br>he rose<br>to milk Cows<br>indifferent<br>to tactile fingers<br>on strong hands <br>manipulating teats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Walk past the rainwater tank<br>that collected so seldomly<br>random contributions from clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be a Farmer<br>‘Boss Cocky’<br>on your own<br>piece of land<br>was better<br>than</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“a life <br>of quiet desperation”*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">on alienating urban thoroughfares<br>with shallow dreams<br>which contemplated<br>their own suicide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but decided to bore<br>en-route to a home<br>that was halfway House<br>halfway God’s waiting room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“People were lonely<br>in the Big City”<br>thought my Grandfather.<br>They were strangers <br>to themselves<br>ceasing to exist<br>alone in company<br>until the moment <br>someone reminded them<br>to behave in a manner<br>ingratiating to the Boss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to come alive<br>upon retirement<br>in seaside resort<br>or hobby farm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandad<br>was never alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">curious crows called mockery<br>at his solitary man<br>interrupting still landscape<br>with rhythmic cadences, <br>that punctuate, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the reality<br>of Wagga Wagga </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Country life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>* Henry David Thoreau</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pete+Dowe">Pete Dowe</a><div class=q>
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ploughed the acreage
his tractor bucked and shook
the engine roared 
giving him tinitis
his bleached hat
flopped impotent 
as the confronting Sun
had its way
immolating
my Grandfather’s cheeks
with the catalyst
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