THE CARETAKERS
by Anne Bell
I went to the house,looking for a man to build a fence
knowing nothing of him,except that people said
he built good fences.
His garden warmed July’s cold hills,
but there was nobody there,
save a peacock,a scarecrow and a fine, grey mare.
I found nobody to build my fence,
but I think I’d like a man
who left his home to the care
of a peacock,a scarecrow and a fine, grey mare.
First published in The School Magazine.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Another great poem, Anne. Reminds me of Robert Frost at his very best.
Lovely, Anne. I hope you caught up with him eventually.
This is a lovely poem, Anne. Love the way it flows and the imagery.
lovely poem
I LOVE this poem, and I think I would love a woman who would write such a beautiful poem! Di xx
Thank you all..and I did eventually catch up with the man –he was asleep on the verandah,hat over his eyes to protect him from the western sun,feet up on the rail.The peacock was away with the guinea fowl but the scarecrow and the grey mare were still in the little orchard.No sequel has fallen into my lap yet….perhaps better left as a memory to finger sometimes..a pebble in my pocket..Thank you all again..big hug all round.Anne
This is a lovely scene. Love this pebble.