Thursday, 7 May 2015

Bits and Pieces

I looked into my fridge tonight and all that I could find,
Were lots of bits and pieces which had me in a bind.

Oh what could I create to satisfy the rumblings,
From lots of bits and pieces and associated grumblings?

A quarter cup of macaroni, a hard bit of cheese -
combined with creamy sauce, that is sure to please.

A bowl of last night's rice. A chunk of pepperoni,
Onion, pepper, ham - hands off. That's for adults only.

How about an omelette? Whisk up the milk and eggs,
Take out a bottle of wine; sniff sadly at the dregs.

Two tins of spaghetti! Oh what a find.
Toast the crusts of stale bread, nobody will mind.

A bit of limp lettuce, grated carrot and some rocket,
Sorry 'bout the bits and pieces, but today I'm out of pocket.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

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Saturday, 21 February 2015

Learnin' the guitar

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Three little birds

Gotta get the rhythm
da da-da da da-da
gotta keep in time
da da-da da da-da
no more thoughts
da da-da da da-da
a–crowdin’ my mind.


Changin’ to an A
da da-da da da-da
fingers in pain
da da-da da da-da
it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
kinda sounds the same,


Don’t worry ‘bout a thing
da da-da da da-da
searchin’ for a D
da da-da da da-da
 “three little birds”
da da-da da da-da
start singin’ to me.


Changin’ to an ‘E’
ah ah-ah ah ah-ah
haven’t gotta clue
da da-da da da-da
but it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
that’s my message to you-

-oo-oo.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Unravelling the threads.

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I'm knotted up inside
knit one, purl one
As panic starts to rise
slip one, drop one
Tears betray my eyes
knit one, purl one
The child in me cries
slip one, drop one

It comes as no surprise
knit one, purl one
Fear is my disguise
slip one, drop one
My ego often tries
knit one, purl one
to cut me down to size.
slip one, drop one

Yet I'm a girl who tries
knit one, purl one
To untangle all the lies
slip one, drop one
Thoughts left to their demise
knit one, purl one
Gives space for love to rise
Slip one, drop one

Done.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2014



Sunday, 2 November 2014

Favourite Hymns







Be still for the presence of the lord.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZugvUQ4m90U


THENBA



The Servant Song

Brother, sister let me serve you.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.
We are pilgrims on a journey.
We are brothers on the road.
We are here to help each other
Walk the mile and bear the load.
I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you;
Speak the peace you long to hear.
I will weep when you are weeping.
When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you.
I will share your joy and sorrow
Till we’ve seen this journey through.
When we sing to God in heaven,
We shall find such harmony
Born of all we’ve known together
Of Christ’s love and agony.
Brother, sister let me serve you.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.
Richard Gillard of New Zealand
1976-77
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL3vStmoMDw


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Friday, 1 August 2014

Autumn Rains

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Our lawn is in a state of disrepair; the grass
Lies dormant, trampled brown and dead.
For only hardy weeds can thrive out here,
And even those - our urge is to de-head.
My neighbour's patch is brilliant, emerald green.
Not for him this gasping, drought struck land.
He has the liveliest grass I've ever seen,
From founts of water hosed by liberal hand.
Not us! We wait for autumn rains to fall,
And though my fingers itch to bring back life,
I must desist, we are in Nature's thrall,
To interfere may cause some future strife.
    So in this desert moment we just wait,
    For autumn rains to come and satiate.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2014

Monday, 30 June 2014

Book Review for Mystery at Dead Man's Ridge.

Book Review : “Mystery at Deadman’s Ridge”
                            By Mandy Edwards
Reviewed by Anne Cook, Class teacher, Cromwell Primary School

Nothing much happens in the country, right? Wrong! City girl, Maggie finds that out quickly when she comes to stay with her farming cousins in the backblocks of rural Otago. Sheep rustling, the discovery of a marijuana plot, gun shots in the night , the injuring of a shepherd, a marauding hawk…..are some of the challenges that the young characters have to deal with.
“Mystery at Deadman’s Ridge” is a fast paced read that is action packed; full of twists & turns and is hard to put down. It’s a real mystery story with characters that are real. I’ve met them all in my time on the land.
Mandy Edwards draws on her vast experience of life in Rural New Zealand. Farming in Otago is portrayed accurately with subtle explanations woven in. One can easily relate to the hectic pace at shearing time, the busy woolshed and yards, and the capable, hard working  farming family eeking out a living on the land.
The young farm boys, Tom and Luke, are highly capable as farm kids are: whether it’s working dogs, mustering stock, helping in the woolshed or riding a quad bike. There is a natural ease and confidence. By the same token, Maggie, although out of her comfort zone in the country is savvy with a cell phone. It is the kids, not the adults, who solve the mystery and bring the villains to justice.

All young people, whether from a rural or urban background will enjoy this book. I highly recommend it.


http://amzn.to/149v0A4

Man and Wife

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I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
its viridescent branches hide us here,
and listen to the shrieks of youngsters, free
unfettered by those burdens we must bear.
It’s simple here to let my troubles ease;
I sigh, relax and watch you drift away,
enchanted by the shadows of the leaves,
that dance upon your face in gleeful play.
I slow my heart to beat in time with yours,
and marvel at each gentle breath you take;
I feel the rising swell of inner shores,
And turn my back upon that lonely ache.
  For in this magic place no worldly strife,
  Can dissipate our love as man and wife.