Words by Kit
To round off the eventful Dig Day that we held yesterday, I needed to write a little poem, to help me capture it and move on! The essence is that we had a large number of people attend, including 4 children under 5 years old (and their parents). There were only three of our regular team there, so co-ordination and keeping people safe, occupied and happy was a challenge. Earlier that day, Michael Mobbs the ‘Sustainable House Guy’, who is a keen supporter of our community garden hub, sent a message saying he had a gift for us that he’d like to demonstrate later that morning. When he arrived, he was very hot from running after picking up the simple and amazing piece of technology that he is very keen to introduce to gardens wherever people will listen. Read on…
NOT JUST DIGGING
The Sunday Dig began quite small
A dad, his girl, both new
Two oldies – only – there to lead
Those curious but few.
Soon came along more families
The young outstripped the old
So twelve or more put on the gloves
And worked with our ‘black gold’.
Two compost bins were emptied out
Tomato vines were stripped
The children watered, watched and dug
And plump green beans were picked.
Our Michael told us early on
He’d be there with a bang.
We rustled round to get prepared
But missed some of our gang.
Towards the end we finished up
In time to welcome him
He came agog, with box in hand
Well exercised and trim.
A passive water system thing
He told, and then did show
A way to catch the precious rain
And point where veggies grow.
A simple plan, and quick to do
(We had some tools on hand)
But first we pause to talk and think;
This idea is so grand!
Some present didn’t stay for long
The children had to go
But keen ears heard and soaked it up
None wants it to go slow J
We’ll do the rounds with X and Y
And set a date real soon
And later, have a brunch and meet
Before the next full moon.
The dog he was oblivious
To this momentous chat
He swung and leapt and chomped a ‘ball’
As if a hapless cat.
Thankyou for your generosity and initiatives Michael!
Poem by Kit Shepherd, Convenor, Transition Bondi 10/3/19