I would love to dip my toes in that deep blue sky.
Wade knee deep in the clouds floating by.
Drink the timeless mists, that quenched the souls so long ago.
High in these mountains, still a few of it know.
Would the sun warm my souls, as i dance through his garden?
Slip seeds of peace into the earth, soften souls that have hardened.
Mine it is till the frost settles on my sleep.
Wake me then, but the memory i will keep.
© Deon Heemskerk 17-6-2013
Bobcat back running and working, Dad and I spent a day attacking the driveway.
We put in two dry creek beds with two contours to take the water off and spread it out through the garden.
This stone weighed about 300kg, doesn’t look like it would but granite is so dense.
Boy and Father
Boy and father against the world.
Many stones and boulders they have hurled.
The battle set against the rain.
Deviation of the runoff, sets on muscle pain.
Storm cloud clock, ticks overhead.
The burning sun put to bed.
Thirty metre steep terrain, is the battle field.
They dig in deep, they will not yield.
They have the upper hand, a mechanical friend.
Heavy loads lifted easy, this job he will see to the end.
Cold beverage meets them at the end of play.
Boy and father live to fight another day.
© Deon Heemskerk 20-12-2011
Having taken work’s bobcat up for the week, it was time to have some fun in the sand pit. Well my sand pit, aka flattened area that will be for entertaining.
Ten Cubic metres of sandy loam I moved into this area.
Someone must have known i had the bobcat up at home and ordered a massive storm. It ripped through at about 9pm last night dumping a fair bit of rain damaging the driveway again. At least not as badly this time, more on that later…
Planted a few more grape vines, not even close to been finished yet!
There is always time to look at the garden and write some poetry.
To my love
When we first met, I had castle walls around my heart.
Pride my greatest defence, fools ideas from the start.
Slowly your wisdom and beauty dissolved the great stone.
In its place a beautiful relationship has grown.
Sometimes I still wear that selfish blindfold.
Not realising how it hurts the one I hold.
Our lives like a hemp rope woven together.
The fabric wearing in, withstanding the weather.
The Cherry tree will not fruit without another.
My life is not complete without you either.
Deon Heemskerk 23-10-11
Still on the mend but plenty of time for weekend wandering and pondering around the garden.
Spring has set in
As day breaks the birds begin to sing.
Low early fog is still lingering.
Burning off as the sun rises overhead.
The early spring tulips drop petals as they shed.
Lush green grass sprouts up ready to mow.
Wine grape leaves just starting to show.
My spirit high in this healing time.
Your bad mood has no effect on the days shine.
Nature child where has your happiness gone?
What pleases you more the flower or the stone?
The dependable stone, so solid and always there.
The short-lived flower, its beauty so rare.
Soon the summer will come and the flowers will fade.
The stone will heat up when you’re looking for shade.
So decide on one or be happy with both.
For today is a spring day and we should make the most.
Deon Heemskerk 16-10-11