I would really like to share it with you. For those who don't know - 'Permie' is a shortened term for 'Permaculturalist'. I would encourage everyone to do their PDC. I've always had in me a need to make, garden, bake etc. The PDC clarified my reasons - care for the earth and the future of our planet!
I’m a Permie
When did I know I was a permie?
Was it when I bought the op shop clothes,
Or when I repaired the broken hose?
When my husband begged me “no more chooks”
Or was it the neighbours funny looks?
Was it when I refused to buy things new,
or realised I loved the smell of horse poo.
Waste not, want not, that’s my cry,
You’re throwing out that piece of ply?!
But that’s potential shedding you know
Or something under which the carrots can grow,
Was it the buying goats and baking my bread,
Was it the tending my garden and dreaming sheds.
Was it when I realised I was weird,
And wanted swales, not gardens tiered.
Weeds aren’t weeds till they’re proven pests
And even then I’ll use them for the chookies nests.
“Did I really want kids?”, I thought as I kissed them,
“Or was I just making people for my system?!”
And my husband, that strong and capable man,
Was he just a part of my ultimate plan?
Miss seven lights a fire without paper, you know,
And master five barrows poo where I want it to go.
Miss three thinks planting on her own is nice,
But throws a big tanty if I give advice,
Was the clue when we built a “solar” clothes dryer
Or in my respect for rain, wind and fire?
Was it when I chopped off my chookie’s head,
Because my family needed to be fed.
Or was it, though I had friends that wore labels and lippy,
When I looked around the rest were hippies?
No, it was when I did my PDC,
And realised there were others, just like me!
I'm a bit awkward about putting a poem 'out there' so if for any reason you want to reproduce this poem please talk to me first. It's funny how you feel you know your audience when it's your own blog!