16 August 2010

On the road

Leaving ...
I will miss the chickens.
I will miss the kangaroos.
I will not miss the creeps who logged away the kangaroo dormitory, and hope they go bankrupt for gouging the earth and spewing diesel fumes 12 hours every day.

I will miss these calves
that I meet every morning at the mailbox.
(poor things live 12 freezing weeks before slaughter so some dolt can get bowel cancer having a 'Parma & Pot $12' at the pub).
I will really miss seeing the sun the very moment the horizon meets it in the morning - it is magically different every time:
... and now I am in Ballarat the city built on gold, leaving slag heaps everywhere