Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Freud Would Have Had A Field-Day

Freud Would Have A Field Day

My earliest memory
aged four or maybe three
I watched my father dig
a hole for the dunny can
chooks scratching
the shovelled earth
just as the contents
were tipped in the big
Rhode Island red rooster
slipped & tumbled.
Unable to get out its
struggles increased its
fouling. My father hauled
it out upside down &
one-handedly working
the pump washed it
Released the bedraggled
fowl dragged itself to
the shed. Suddenly
a new hero in the yard.
the little subdued bantam
rooster began to crow

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