Monday, August 16, 2010
Home Grown
For anyone who ventures here in the absence of an actual existing card line for sale, your curiosity will not go unrewarded. While we finalize our first Sydney stockists and prepare our website (due for launch in October 2011), we will soon be be selling on etsy.com and madeit.com.au. And while you patiently await these venues we are holding a poetry contest. The theme of the poem is HOME GROWN. And we want you to squint into the tree top photographed here and think about spring, recycled beauty, tree trunks, rain, hand-washing, potato skins, hot tea, apples, raw morning sunlight and precious home grown pleasures. Mull on it. Wax poetical and the best poet shall receive a boxed set of six original LITTLE BRANCH cards for their hand written pleasure. Come on, pick up thy quill.
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The first whiff of spring
ReplyDeletemakes my pale feet sing.
I take the time to speak in rhyme and
bake all sorts of lumpy things.
The trees whisper promise
of romance and sun.
I call up ex-lovers just for fun.
The bush in my backyard buds a violent bloom
and the radio breaks through the silent bedroom.
I want a new dress and white lace bra
I want a long ride without using a car.
The wind shakes the branches,
The dusk stretches wide
I feel a strange passion not so simple to hide.
Edina M. Rosebank, N.S.W
The certain freshness of spring
ReplyDeleteWhere life is rejuvenated and made new.
Glorious scents and sounds
Immerse our spirits and refresh our souls.
Sunlight, laughter, children’s giggles,
Fresh, warm baked items...
A secret smile, shared by sisters of the heart.
A child’s hug and sloppy kiss,
As they whisper that they love us
The shiver we get down our spine,
As we think of the infinite love we have for another
And that they have for us.
The warm breeze that plays with our hair
And entangles our lives with joy
Wrapping us up in the memories of other times
Like the warm blanket that kept out the chill of winter
And reminded us of all,
All that makes us whole,
All that brings us contentment...
Peace...
Shared joy...
Love...
Roses are red,
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue.
Little branch is super groovy and new!