Haibun for an August evening

 

Suppertime, eating on the porch, we watch deer graze beneath the trees, our trees, growing on land in our care, like the deer, mother, father, two young ones, the colour of autumn leaves. Father stands guard, mother chooses the grazing. What human family can compare in grace and beauty?

This place

on the edge of someone’s map

a non-event

on the tourist circuit

is all the world to me

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

37 thoughts on “Haibun for an August evening”

    1. I can’t help feeling how fragile it is though. The municipality can decide to convert the whole area to building land if it wants to and the farmers put enough pressure on. They are all small farmers, don’t make much from the crops they grow. If they could sell a field for building they’d make more money.

    1. They seem at ease. We’re trying to think of a way to turn more of the land over to woodland that won’t involve a very long period of bramble jungle first. They’d have more cover then.

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