The Lovers Ways

Death Experienced Life

“Hey boof head! Come Quick” I raced around to where I heard him; jumping and stumbling over the long grass down the gully. I knew he had found one, but didn’t even think they got as big as that. “How about the size of that one in the middle!” my brother exclaimed as he stood there holding up the rock they were under. “I think the big one might be their mum, der-brain.” Several baby snakes surrounded the larger snake that was in the middle, who didn’t look too pleased now that Chris had found them. It was so unfair; he always found the bigger snakes. This was mostly because he was a year older and could lift the heavier rocks up to find them. I did always get to be the one to poke a stick at them until they thrashed at you though. We could have spent all day doing this, but my mum hated us ‘endangering’ ourselves. She always told my brother and me to be staying safe around the farm. She would never stop warning us of all the risks of living on the farm either. “You can never be too careful around the cows and machinery” she warned us. We never listened to her. We were always just having way too much fun to have a care in the world.

On the farm lived me, my brother Chris, my sister Mary, (who was also older), and my mum and dad. Granny and Pop lived in a smaller cottage near the house, but practically lived in our lounge room. My sister Mary hated living on the farm. She said she hated the smell, the early starts, and everything about it; but me and Chris adored it. We thought there was no other way to live. Being able to explore hundreds of acres of land that seemed to go on forever was a young boys dream. Today me and my brother decided to check out the wheat piles my dad had just stocked in the shed. Once a year this would happen, so Chris and I made the most of it. Even though he was the biggest, I would always beat him up the grain piles. I guess this was because I didn’t sink as much. On the farm there were no boundaries to what we...