Poem: Collecting Things
In this week’s Poet’s Corner, Bev Hedgman looks at the connection between collecting, history and memories.
Collecting Things
I have petals in books, and leaves, Pressed there, preserving them In simple coloured beauty. I have photos in albums, Of family and friends, Beloved cats and dogs, Keeping alive Their faithful memories. I have books on shelves, Collections of words, Collections of stories, Our history, where we came from, Who lived before, our heritage. I have stones and rocks and shells, From the beach, the river, gathered as a child And all through my life. I’ve placed them around my garden To talk to as I weed and plant. I have gathered memories, Where I have lived The people, the places I’ve known That no one can see or share, Kept very close and very dear.
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Bev Hedgman, originally from New Zealand, lives in the Adelaide Hills. There she enjoys walking with dog Harry and is a member of Hill Poets, whose second anthology, Through the Tunnel, was reviewed in InDaily. She also runs a writing group at the Norton Summit Community Centre and has enjoyed poetry over a lifetime, being introduced to it by one of those “special teachers”.